When My Soul Faded, He Finally Cried

Julian Sterling framed me for corporate espionage in front of the entire city's media.

He shoved a check in my face and told me to take the money and get lost.

No one in that press room knew that the woman in the gray janitor uniform, the one my own husband was publicly crucifying, was terminally ill. I couldn't even afford a basic IV drip at the ER.

The real thief was Melanie Crawford, the woman he cherished.

With just one sweet whisper from her, Julian made me take the fall for everything.