Wendy Everly had spent five years in a loveless marriage to Arthur Miller, who shunned her as if she were a ghost while doting on another woman with all his affection. Their son, Henry Miller, mirrored his father's detachment, showing her less warmth than the family's hired help. Despite the cold shoulder, Wendy clung to the slim hope that her husband and son would one day see the light. That illusion was shattered after a life-threatening car crash; instead of Arthur's solace, she learned he, along with Henry, was preoccupied with his true love, and the three of them made headlines. Arthur's voice on the phone was chillingly indifferent. "What is it? If it's not important, I'm ending the call." Henry's birthday wish was a dagger to her heart. "I wish for a new mom." Wendy's spirit, once hopeful, turned resolute. She left the marriage and her estranged family behind, signing a divorce agreement and walking away with her head held high. Three years on, she made a triumphant return, now a powerhouse with her charming daughter in tow, drawing the attention of many who yearned to be a father to the girl. Her former husband, cornering her, made a public claim. "Wendy Everly is still my wife, and she's off-limits." Wendy met his declaration with a scornful laugh. "Go back to your muse. Let's make this divorce official." Eventually, Arthur, eyes rimmed with red, brought Henry to her doorstep, kneeling in a plea. "I only want you as my wife. Will you consider remarrying me?"