He took everything from me: my name, my roof over my head, my honor. My husband—my true mate—without a shadow of doubt handed me over to be torn apart by the crowd. Crushed and disgraced, by the very one I loved more than life itself, I was supposed to disappear. But I survived. I gathered myself piece by piece and started all over again. And just when I finally managed to take my first solid step forward, he showed up again.
Does he think he can now get it all back and make things right? How wrong he is…