My Wife Married Me to Steal My Brother's Baby

After I divorced the wife who cheated on me, I moved thirty-three times, and every time she found me.

Slit wrists, a bottle of sleeping pills, a jump into the river—she staked her life on getting me back.

The last time, she cut open her own throat, and the blood sprayed across my face.

When she came out of the ICU, Janet Sullivan was still clutching my wrist, eyes red, begging to remarry me.

That time, I finally gave in.

She wept with joy, and after we remarried she gave me every reassurance I could ask for.