My name is Michael Carter, and the worst mistake of my life began the day I stopped listening to the woman I loved.
When my fiancée Ashley suddenly screamed for me to pull over, I had no idea my entire world was about to collapse.
There, beneath the blazing afternoon sun, stood Emily.
My ex-wife.
The woman I had thrown out of our home.
The woman I had accused of stealing money, stealing jewelry, and cheating on me.
She looked exhausted. Her clothes were worn. A plastic bag filled with crushed cans hung from one hand.
But none of that mattered.
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