Lock Me Up in the Name of Love

My husband, Zane Wade, was drugged at a cocktail party and ended up sleeping with a female college student who looked almost exactly like me.

I gave him three chances.

The first time, Zane sent the young woman abroad overnight. Then, he knelt outside our home for three days and three nights.

The second time, I ran into him and the college student at the hospital. He was accompanying her for a prenatal check-up.

At the time, Zane hugged me tightly and refused to let me go. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Raina. She's pregnant, and my mother threatened to commit suicide. I have no choice but to keep the child.

"I swear, once she gives birth, I'll send her away immediately. The child will go to the old family estate. Please, don't leave me…"

But just three days later, because of that same woman, Zane fought me at an auction over my mother's heirlooms. When he saw me raising the bid higher and higher, he immediately went nuclear.

This was the third and final chance I gave him.

I rushed over to confront him, but Zane wasn't worried. He just frowned slightly and calmly said, "Raina, you know very well that Moira is about to give birth. Why do you insist on fighting a pregnant woman? You only need to endure it for another three months. Then, we can go back to how things were."

Upon hearing his words, I almost cried at how ridiculous they sounded.

I finally decided to get a divorce, but Zane actually brought Moira Green home openly and without shame.

"I was wrong, Raina. Please don't go, okay?" Zane Wade begged.

His eyes instantly welled up with tears as he watched me come down the stairs decisively with my suitcase.

He had been comforting Moira Green. However, after seeing me, he immediately abandoned her in a panic and hurried toward me.

Zane's entire body was trembling when he grabbed my wrist. "Please, babe. Don't leave me! Believe me, just this one last time. When Moira gives birth, I'll send her abroad and keep only the child. Everything will go back to the way it used to be."

Back to the way it used to be?

As Zane and I struggled, the ring that had been on my finger for seven years suddenly slipped off. Seeing this, he frantically let go of my hand and scrambled to pick up the ring. Meanwhile, I was forced to recall what had happened just this morning.

Zane had brazenly brought Moira, who was eight months pregnant, into our home. She had sat on the sofa while he and my mother-in-law comforted her in gentle voices.

In that moment, my heart felt as though it had been cleaved in half with an axe. The pain was so intense that I felt as though I was being torn apart.

Zane picked up the ring. He looked full of joy as he tried to put it back on