Chapter 1: I Dressed Like a Whore for My Husband and He Still Rejected Me

I spent three hours in the kitchen this morning.

Three fucking hours making his favorite meal — slow-cooked beef stew, fresh garlic bread, and that ridiculous chocolate cake he pretends to love. I even wore the cute apron he bought me last year. All because I thought maybe, just maybe, if I tried harder, things would go back to how they used to be.

But when Jake finally came downstairs, he barely looked at the carefully packed lunchbox.

“Got a big meeting today, babe. No time for this,” he said, grabbing his keys. Not even...