A Love Rekindled, A Trust Shattered
I never imagined I’d find love again after losing Sarah. The emptiness in my chest lingered for months, making each breath feel optional. But time passed, and I tried to rebuild—especially for my triplets. Remarrying felt like a step toward healing, a way to restore warmth and security for my children.
But nothing could have prepared me for the chilling conversation I overheard one evening.
As I stepped into the hallway, hushed voices stopped me in my tracks. Andrew, my husband, and Amelia, my new wife, spoke in urgent tones. Then, a phrase sent ice through my veins:
“She has no idea.”
