"I want a divorce," I gasped, blood dripping from my arms. My anger was blind and all-consuming. When I crashed into his trailer house,the sound of shattering glass echoed my shattered heart. He was cheating. After all I sacrificed, this was my reward? Two years later, I thought I’d moved on—until he knocked at my door with flowers. My heart still aches for him, even after everything. But when I decided to take him back there she stood, wearing my ring with a smug smile.Living my life. I had poured my heart into that jewelry, and I refuse to let another woman wear it,nor would I let a man play me twice and go Scott free. It's pay back time.