I swallowed before I continued. “I thought I had a husband who loved me, truly loved me, and I know all women think their men will never cheat, but I actually believed it. I’ve done everything I can to be a good wife. I’m the same size as the day he married me, I cook his favorite things, give him love and affection and make him feel worthy of my heart… But it didn’t matter.” I focused on those roses because they were the only things I could grab on to, but what I really wanted was a pair of blue eyes that burned with strength.
The images came to me again, the shadows in the corners of his bedroom, the lights from the Eiffel Tower as they shimmered and danced, the way he kissed me like he loved me one moment and threw me on the bed the next. I didn’t know who I was when I was with him—but
