I looked down at him.
This was the man who, at eighteen, had fought off more than a dozen thugs for me. The man who used to pick me up from school through wind and rain, cook for me, make me laugh. Back then, I truly believed I would spend the rest of my life with him.
But later, for another woman, he turned his back on me while I was during a difficult childbirth. He forced me to kneel while I was still recovering after childbirth.
The love we once had was real.
But so was the fact that he no longer loved me.
And the moment I realized that, the pain in my chest faded, leaving behind nothing but calm.
I slipped the wedding ring off my finger and tossed it onto the floor.
"Owen, you’ve knelt to me four times. The first time was to save me. The other three times were all because of ot
