Everyone knows Adrian loves me more than life itself. When that car crashed, he threw himself over me and took the hit. First thing he said when he woke up in the hospital: "Where is she? Is she okay?"
Everyone says I married the best man in the city.
What they don't know is this man has married me ten times. And divorced me ten times. All for the woman he's never gotten over.
The first time, I got on my knees and begged him not to leave. He just looked at me with those cold eyes and said, "Don't embarrass yourself."
The fourth time, we were fighting in the car. Then we crashed, and I lost our baby.
By the seventh time, I stopped crying. Just signed the papers, packed my things, waited for him to come back like he always did.
My tears, my compromises, all those times I bent until I nearly broke. What did I get? Him coming back like clockwork, just to do it all over again.
This time, when he slides that tenth divorce agreement across the desk, I finally get it. Some people's hearts never had room for you in the first place.
So this time, I'm throwing him out. Him and this whole Mrs. Hayes charade. Straight into the trash where they belong.
