The Sixtieth Time He Chose Death, I Chose to Leave

My husband, Lucas Powell, chose our anniversary for his sixtieth suicide attempt. He thought he had succeeded when he jumped into the sea. Unfortunately for him, the next day he opened his eyes, his gaze met my cold face.

“You made me miss Veronica’s airport pickup by forcing me to celebrate our seventh anniversary. How could you be so cruel!” he shouted angrily.

To Lucas, I was always the cruel one. Every time something small happened with Veronica Rutherford, he tried to kill himself. This time, it was because Veronica finally came back to the UK and we were still at sea.