The Ashes of Our Love
Language: en
After five years of marriage, Luke Sullivan brought home models who could open a store with their sheer numbers. Because of the baby in my belly, I chose to turn a blind eye. Later, he personally dressed me in a princess gown, took me—all dolled up—to the hospital, and shaved my head. Just to make a sick little girl smile. I didn't cry or make a scene. Until our anniversary, when the little girl clamored to go skiing. Luke dragged me to the site to serve as a human cushion for Ava Lin. On the snowy slope, Ava deliberately knocked me flying. Thick blood flowed beneath me. I begged…