Chapter 5 Chapter 5 When I woke up, the blood under me had completely dried. Even the agonizing pain in my stomach had gone quiet. I touched where my abdomen was and realized the baby had really left me. In an instant, tears poured down my face. I couldn't stop crying. Only Ronan's signature on the divorce papers gave me any comfort. I picked up the pen he'd thrown on the floor and carefully wrote my name in the other column. Each stroke felt like it took a century, but it was also ridiculously simple. I couldn't believe it end my toxic relationship with Ronan after all these years was so easy. And I still felt lost too. For so many years, my youth and most of my twenties were tied up with Ronan. Without the chains of being "Mrs. Henstone," I suddenly didn't know what to do with myself. I only knew one thing: I need to live a new life without Ronan completely. I struggled to sit up and looked around the house where there was barely anything left that belonged to me. Every woman Ronan brought home was like a hurricane. Each one was crazy to kick me out so they could join New York's elite Henstone family. There's no doubt that each of them saw me as a threat in their side, wishing they could get rid of me. And Ronan always encouraged them on those nights. He loved watching them humiliate me. The first one-the business executive-"accidentally" broke the ceramic couple's mugs we made together. The second-a young actress-cut up the first scarf I ever knitted for him in college to use in their sex games. The third-some artist-smashed our wedding photo with a hammer in the master bedroom, with my face beyond recognition. She called it "artistic expression." By the 997th, 998th, 999th time, my heart had grown numb. My stuff, our stuff together, kept disappearing from the house. But traces of his one-night stands were everywhere. 03:10 · Three Deaths, One Divorce-Now You'll Pay with Your Endless Regret 3.4% Chapter 5 By the 1000th time, even my wedding ring was gone. I stared at the bare ring finger of my left hand, a hollow feeling in my chest. Then I lit a fire and burned the one last thing of what had been mine in this house. Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Freelance photographer Violet Beck is forced into an engagement with CEO Roy Payne. He is everything her wild heart rebels against: proper, predictable, and painfully kind. But love has a way of devel...