Chapter 3

I remembered our first wedding anniversary, when Julius had rented out an entire revolving restaurant and set off fireworks for me all night.

Julius had kissed me under the fireworks and said, "Gwen, meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me."

I remembered my birthday, when he had flown in thousands of Ecuadorian roses and filled the entire house with them.

He had held me close and said, "My queen, the whole world ought to kneel at your feet."

Those grand promises that had once made me cry with happiness now felt like nothing more than carefully…