No Second Chances, Blake

t was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his firs

bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight we

y called him-the star surgeon of

out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both

er the speaker, c

ld. Do what you can for the patient,

death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had re

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er expected to f

nst a leather-bound journal tucked away in a shoebox, hidden behind Caroline' s winter boots. It wasn't hers; her journals were always b

roline' s neat, precise handwri

He read the rul

g Point

s this marriage is a mistak

zero, I will file for

lly game his wife was playing. He flipped through the pages. Each

nniversary. Again. He was

because Ariana' s dog was sick. He

called me Ari

vintage wine I' d been searching for, on

ce, not guilt. He saw it not as a record of his failures, but as a testament to Caroline' s obsession with his f

ble choice from a good family, a person who could manage the Santos household