Blood on the Snow, A Lost Life

From the back cover

On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen.

When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face.

He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet.

He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child.

I left that night and never looked back.

Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer.

He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give.