He promised me he’d set boundaries with Siena, but those boundaries never held.
Whenever she looked at him with those teary eyes, he would forget all sense of reason.
And as for me? He always believed I would never leave him. That no matter how far he pushed, I’d always come crawling back.
Seven years of marriage had taught me the harshest lesson.
To Colin, Siena was the untouchable 'first love'—the woman he would always cherish from afar. As for me? I was like the 'cow dung,' the thing he could casually mock and discard.
But what he forgot was that I was not like him. I won’t grovel forever.
And as for his so-called savior, I had my doubts. Was Siena truly the one who saved his life all those years ago?
Or was that just another story she spun to keep him hooked?
