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On our third wedding anniversary, Alexander Ford's first love, Lily White, live-streamed herself on a rooftop, threatening to jump. With bloodshot eyes, he grabbed his keys to rush to her. I blocked the door and screamed, "Alexander, if you walk out that door tonight, we're done." He stayed. But the next day, news broke that Lily had fallen to her death. Alexander didn't go to her funeral. He went back to work as if nothing had happened. Ten years later, after I had given everything to the Ford family, I lay dying in a hospital bed. Alexander walked in with another woman and pulled out my oxygen tube. The woman was Lily. "Renee," he said, "if you hadn’t threatened me with divorce that night, Lily and I could have been together openly. "Here's the truth: the child you raised for ten years, he's ours. Surprised? You spent your whole life raising my true love's son." Drowning in hatred, I took my last breath. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on that third anniversary night. On TV, Lily stood at the edge of a rooftop, crying. And my dear husband was grabbing his car keys, about to rush out the door.