Love and Hate Fell Apart When Death Apart Us

At twenty-five, I finally married my childhood sweetheart whom I had secretly loved for fifteen years.

After our marriage, she gave birth to a pair of adorable boy-girl twins and I helped her become a rising star in Paradise Hill's business world.

But on the day before the children's third birthday, just because they were too excited and stayed up half an hour late, she punished them by making them crouching outside all night in the freezing cold.

I stood in front of her, pleading bitterly, "The kids are still young. It's over twenty degrees below zero in Paradise Hill's winter.