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During a car accident, I spotted Zach Stark in a passing vehicle. As I lay bleeding heavily with my unborn child barely surviving, the driver wanted to stop and assist. However, Zach prevented him, saying, "Leave her be. She'll survive!" He instructed the driver to accelerate and depart. This man was my spouse. Yet he abandoned me. That evening, while recovering in the hospital, I saw a news report. His cherished Vicky Cain, supposedly his "first love," had come back to the States. I calmly reached for my phone and contacted my attorney. "Mr. Miller, I need your help to

Heartbreak Highway

But his thoughts belong to him, and I shouldn't interfere.


I can only focus on my own path forward.


After going back to NYC, I threw myself into creating a future. Leveraging my years of knowledge and training, I launched a women's apparel line and quickly became absorbed in the daily hustle of managing a company.


Zach, though distant, continued to offer silent support. He provided resources and assisted my business behind the scenes. Jay, still in Florida, would occasionally tease me with mock envy.


Eventually, I sent Zach a message addressing the situation:


"I hope we can maintain our distance. Your actions are impacting my life."


Two years back, Jay and I officially started dating. He had been a key supporter during my Florida days. His wit and kindness foster a bond I treasure.


Chapter 10