Valentine’s Day. Trapped in fire, I call my firefight husband for help.
He told me to stop "faking it" and went to save his mistress's cat instead.
I lost my baby; he called me "useless" and gloated with her.
I'm Taylor's heiress—he married for power, discarded for lust.
I rose from the ashes. I froze his bank accounts and leaked his dirty secrets to the world.
The "hero" became a piece of trash that everyone spat on.
As he crawls back begging, I finally told him the truth.
You didn’t just lose a wife and child—you lost everything he ever wanted.
