I left Dante at the altar because his mother threatened him. He hated me for it. Three years later, he found me working in a mattress store, sick and poor. He pressed me against the wall: "When was the last time you had a man in your bed?" I lied to his face: "This morning." I let him hate me. I didn't tell him I was dying. I didn't tell him about our son. Until he found my medical records. He thought he was the one I betrayed. But I was the one who gave up everything to save him.