Chapter 1

My best friend and I married into the Miller family.

I married Zachary, the athletic swimming coach elder brother, while she married Ethan, the licensed therapist younger brother.

We lived in the same suburban neighborhood, right next door to each other.

Under constant, suffocating pressure from their mother to start families, Abby and I got pregnant around the same time.

But after I suffered a devastating miscarriage, I fell into severe postpartum depression. My days became a blur of darkness.

Every single night, I would wake up screaming from nightmares, my nerves completely shot.

One night, shivering in the corner of my dark bedroom, I frantically called my husband.

After he hung up on me five times in a row, he finally picked up. His voice was filled with nothing but annoyance and anger. "Chloe, do you have any idea how busy I am? I have a class to teach, and Mia is waiting for her private lesson. Stop annoying me!"

Just when I was on the brink of complete despair, Abby came over to check on me.

Seeing my state, Abby carefully called her husband, Ethan, hoping his professional background as a therapist could help me.

But Ethan only barked back impatiently, "Do you think I have free time to waste? My clinic is fully booked, and patients have to schedule weeks in advance. Besides, Mia is having a rough day and needs my counseling. Stop making a scene!"

Eventually, unable to bear the agony, I jumped into the river. My husband, who was nearby, just stood on the bank, scoffing and telling people I was just faking it to get attention.

Only Abby didn't hesitate. She dove into the freezing water and dragged me back to the shore.

Because she stayed in the icy water for too long to save me, Abby lost her own baby.

The moment we opened our eyes in the hospital, Abby and I looked at each other and made a firm decision.

We were getting divorced.