During my hospital stay, Fitch visited me every day, confessing his mistakes and reflecting on his actions. He kept promising to change, to be a better husband, to rebuild our family.

Fitch, if you had said these things when Jolin was still alive, I would have been overjoyed. Now, I no longer love you.

"Nicole, try this egg custard pie. Isn't it your favorite? I made it myself," Fitch said, handing it to me with a loving expression.

"Fitch, I actually hate egg custard pie. I can't stand the taste of egg yolk. It was always your favorite. I used to make it all the time, hoping you'd spend more...