For seven years I lived the lie; I was the perfect, quiet wife of Preston Crest. The world envied me; singles prayed to marry a man like my husband, but behind closed doors, my marriage was nothing more than a cage carved in golden bars. He cheated without remorse, lied without shame, and treated me no better than acquired property. My paralyzed aunt’s medical bill was the leech to my neck. I stayed for her sake, for the memory of the man I loved, but my perfect illusion soon crumbled in the worst way. All I needed was a reminder of the woman I used to be, and they stormed back into my life like a raging bull—no excuses, no permission, just pure availability, love, care, and support. They chose me when my husband chose his mistress; they stayed with me when my husband saw me as a burden. They funded my husband's empire just to stay close to me… well, lines blurred. I refuse to let myself be tied to a man who refuses to see my worth. I had an option… three men who worshiped me like the air they breathed, loved me more than their lives, and I grabbed the line… Three perfect reasons to leave.