Sorry, I'm Not Here To Fix You

Synopsis

Hector Sherman and I had been back together for three years, but he stood me up on our wedding anniversary. That night, at the Golden Summit, I saw him wrapping his arms around another woman, one who looked uncannily like the woman he could never forget. In that moment, I finally understood. Our remarriage had never been a second chance. It was his way of keeping another woman alive in his life, and I was nothing more than a pathetic substitute. He didn't know that I was already pregnant. I kept the truth to myself, handed him the divorce papers, and vanished completely from his world. Years later, my lace art stunned the international art scene. When he finally tracked me down, he stood in the rain and asked for my forgiveness. The cruelest joke? Jocelyn Harris, the woman he'd never forgotten and the one we all thought was dead, woke up. None of that mattered. I took the arm of the man who loved me deeply and met Hector's bloodshot eyes with a faint smile. I said, "Mr. Sherman, your true love is back. You don't need to trouble yourself with me anymore."