I can’t. I really can’t.
It’s no different than throwing myself into the fire. The pain from my past life still haunts me—I don’t have the guts to go through it all again.
That scene of dying alone in a hospital flashed through my mind, and tears started falling again.
“There’s no point in keeping me around. I’ve got a nasty temper, a sharp tongue, and I hit when I’m mad. Just seeing your face makes me want to slap you. Staying your wife will only drive you crazy, probably kill you early. You lose either way. So how about we just divorce tomorrow and I promise I’ll disappear for good, sound fair?”
Ronald laughed in disbelief, eyebrows raised with exasperation. “You hate me so much, yet you’re here begging for help?”
I sniffled, trying to pull myself together. “Because I’m
