One word.
Second chances do exist, but I don\'t know if we can repair what\'s already been broken....
It\'s my decision.
This time around, the tables are turned.
However, fate has a way of stepping in.
I should\'ve been safe.
He wasn\'t supposed to be there.
Alone, penniless, and with two boys, I had no choice but to return to Tennessee.
Everything I ever wanted, but my husband betrayed me and I was left once again.
White picket fence.
Kids.
Marriage.
I moved on.
That was seventeen years ago.
Instead, he got on that bus and took my heart with him.
It was all he had to do.
Stay.
One word