ity, promising to love me more than life itself. Three years late
an with the gun said, his voice flat and bored. Liam stood, c
eaving me bound. Just as tears broke through my carefully maintained calm, the kidnapper cut my ropes, telling me he wa
away, choosing another. Then, the police swarmed in, and Liam was there, rushing back, pull
ng out late. The final blow came when I found out Olivia was pregnant with his child, aft
ve turn into this betrayal? Why was I, his wife, continually ab
ng him a final, brutal choice: "My baby, or her baby. You can only have one." He chose her. I walked