Only She Gives Me Her Deep Love

Lucille married Carter to save him — from his blindness, from his club's bankruptcy, from the poisonous schemes of Mira, the illegitimate half-sister who'd spent years pretending to be his childhood savior. For four years, she swallowed every humiliation in silence. Carter believed Mira's lies, hated his own wife, and never once saw what was right in front of him. At a yacht party, Mira's provocation cost Lucille her unborn child. And when the heartbroken wife left a divorce agreement behind and plunged into the freezing sea, Carter simply assumed she was throwing a tantrum for attention. Then the truth tore everything open — the emptied Reynolds estate, and the confessions of his sister Vivian, his best friend Julian, and an old neighbor. The little girl who'd promised to marry him in the rain eighteen years ago. The woman who sold her paintings in the snow to save his club. The hand that wrote comfort into his palm when shock stole her voice. They were all Lucille. Mira and her mother had stolen a life that was never theirs. Grief and vengeance turned Carter into a monster — while Barrett, the New York godfather who'd always loved Lucille, closed in on him. Then came the crash. He "woke up" four years earlier — back on that yacht. This time, he was the husband she deserved. He treasured her. Their baby came. The perfect life he should have given her all along. And then the dream shattered. There was no rebirth. Carter was locked in a psychiatric ward, clutching a plastic doll, inventing the happiness he'd destroyed. On a freezing night, he escaped — a bouquet of red roses in his hand — and walked into the deep sea. "Next life… let me love you right."