Synopsis
"Trust me, just this once." My husband never listened when I said that. I didn't blame him for it. I was the daughter of his family's enemy — our marriage must have felt more like a punishment than a union. Even when I was sent to the enemy's side in place of his childhood friend, I kept telling myself I understood him. Then one day I realized there was no need to anymore. Love left first, taking nothing but whip marks on its way out. Then hope left. Then all those long, stupid hours of hurting alone. I hadn't expected…
