The Ex Who Loved Too Late

I spent seven years by Tristan's side. I drank until my stomach bled to protect him. I attended social events until I was worn down by the filth of that world.

Yet he found me dirty, kept a pure college student as his mistress, and forced me to kneel and polish that woman's shoes.

I slit my wrists to give back the life I thought I owed him. Then I walked away and married Lucas Ashford, a man rumored to be blind and ruthless.

Tristan went mad, kneeling in the snow clutching my shattered cello, begging me to come back.

I sneered and took Lucas's arm, ready to leave.