Married Seven Years, He Used My Number for His Mistress's Prenatal File

Nigel and I loved each other like wildfire. The story of the madman and the obsessive spread through our whole circle. Someone asked for his number, and I smashed his phone. A stranger sent me flowers, and he closed his hand around my throat and told me there would only ever be one man in my life, him. We slapped each other, stabbed each other, and in the end we still walked into the marriage hall together.