I spent six years loving Lucas Salvatore into a marriage that was slowly swallowing me whole. I rearranged my dreams, swallowed my pain, and smiled through every moment that should have broken me sooner.
Then I found Renata’s pregnancy test in my guest bathroom and every lie I had been telling myself died in an instant.
I did not scream. I did not beg. I signed the divorce papers Lucas never had the courage to hand me himself and left them beside his morning coffee.
They thought I would fall apart. Lucas thought I would come back. Renata thought she had won.
None of them knew that losing everything was the moment I finally found myself, and the woman I became was someone none of them were prepared for.
