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The day Jared Hurlow’s first love, Siena Lisburn, returned to the country, I decided to leave him.
In the three years of our marriage, he never stopped thinking about Siena -and I was exhausted, emotionally and mentally.
For the last three days, I’d stopped arguing with him.
I watched as he rented out an entire revolving restaurant to celebrate Siena’s birthday and fasten around her neck the necklace I had designed.
Later, I destroyed Siena’s engagement party.
Meeting Jared’s furious gaze, I smiled. “Congratulations, Jared.
“This is my gift to you two. Do you like it?”
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Standing in front of the floor–to–ceiling windows, I couldn’t help but think about the phone call with my mom just a few minutes earlier.
She had seen the news and called me about Jared and Siena.
Jared still wasn’t home.
Or maybe, he never planned to come home tonight.
On the front page, a photo of him and Siena walking side by side out of the airport glared back at me.
The headline read, “Hurlow Group’s CEO Welcomes First Love Siena Home in Person.”
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Ten years ago, he was caught in a nightmare–his family went bankrupt, and his parents betrayed him.
I was there for him, fighting our way up from nothing.
I gave everything I had to pull him back from the brink.
I stayed by his side as he rebuilt his business empire.
I remember the night of his celebration party, when his eyes were fixed only on me.
That was when I fell for him.
I thought I’d made the right decision.
But reality hit me hard on our third wedding anniversary.
That was the first time Jared murmured Siena’s name in a drunken haze.
His first love from youth drove a wedge between us.
Jared began staying out constantly.
There were unexplained property records under his name and encrypted, yet clearly suggestive, messages on his phone.
Each one stabbed at my heart like a sharp blade.
“I confronted him and fought with him, completely losing control.”
All I earned was his growing impatience and indifference.
“Amelia Kirwell, you’ve changed,” he’d said, looking at me like I was a
stranger.
He said I wasn’t gentle or understanding anymore–that I’d become irritating.
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I simply replied, “The 72–hour countdown starts now.
My voice trembled and cracked, but it was heavy with relief.
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