The Aftermath Of A Broken Vow

Synopsis

On our eighth anniversary, my husband, Andrew Rivers, brought a young girl home. He held her hand, flashing a careless smile. "Aren't you tired of seeing the same face day after day? Let's try something new," he said. I kept my cool—no tears, no drama. Without a word, I dropped my wedding ring in the trash and cut up our wedding photos. Then I packed my bags and left without looking back. A few months later, Andrew called me for the first time since I'd left. He sounded cold and annoyed. "Alison, how long are you going to keep this up?" Then, a man's lazy voice cut in from my side. "We had a wild night. She's still out cold." Hearing that, Andrew lost it and slammed his fist right through the door.