The Divorce Diaries

My husband, Clement Norman, promised to make up for our missed honeymoon. It was five years late, but I was still excited.

I got ready and really looked forward to it.

But right before we boarded the plane, I realized there was someone extra in our group—Clement's childhood friend, Madison Bowen.

He explained half-heartedly, "Madison's never been abroad before. I figured we could bring her along."

I wasn't thrilled, but when I spoke up, he made it sound like I was being dramatic.

"Are you jealous of our relationship because you didn't grow up with a proper family? I see her as a sister. You wouldn't get it—you grew up an orphan."

I chose to stay quiet, not wanting to ruin our honeymoon.

But we encountered an avalanche halfway through the trip. My leg got stuck deep in the snow, and I couldn't move.

And the first thing Clement did was grab Madison's hand and run.

He didn't even look back.

After three long hours, I was finally pulled out of the snow.

"Ma'am, your husband and sister-in-law are up ahead waiting for you!" a cheerful young rescuer said, pointing toward the slope.

I was freezing, stiff all over, and I slowly looked up.

There they were—Clement Norman and Madison Bowen.

They were standing close, wearing matching black-and-white down jackets, looking warm and cozy.

"You're so lucky," the rescuer said dramatically. "Two people are still missing from the avalanche!"

Lucky? She had no idea.

When I was buried under the snow, Clement had grabbed Madison's hand and taken off without a second thought.

He didn't even remember I was behind him.

I lowered my head and dragged my frozen legs forward.

Clement rushed over and pulled me into his arms, his face full of concern. "Babe, are you okay? Are you hurt? If you're not feeling good, let's get a doctor."

Behind him, a pale-faced Madison was wiping her tears, as if she had been the one stuck under the snow for three hours.

"Faye, I'm so sorry," she cried. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't wanted to ski, you wouldn't have been in danger. I never expected any of this to happen..."

I didn't even have a chance to reply when Clement let go of me and stepped protectively in front of Madison, his tone cold as he told me, "You can't blame Madison for this. You agreed to go skiing."

Right. I had agreed, but only because I had no choice.

After we landed in Svalmere, I wasn't feeling well. But Clement never noticed.

As soon as Madison said she wanted to ski, he got excited and handed me the camera, telling me to take pictures.

When I said I didn't feel well, he accused me of killing the mood.

He doted on Madison, saying he saw her as his sister.

But this trip was supposed to be our long-overdue honeymoon.

He said I hadn't been active due to work, so the first stop was a