From Doormat to Diva

I was obsessed with Jack, willing to become his wife and cover up his affair with his childhood sweetheart.

"I'm bringing Sophia back to the apartment tonight. You'd better disappear for a while."

While recovering in the guest bedroom, I witnessed them enter the front door entangled, not even bothering to close the master bedroom door before they started frantically tearing at each other's clothes.

My understanding of love was pure—to love someone meant accepting everything they loved.

I was bewitched by Jack. Since I couldn't win his heart, I was content to be Mrs. Harrison in name only.

However, when that hurricane hit, I watched Jack rush to Sophia's side, holding her tightly as they fled from danger.

Meanwhile, I was crushed beneath fallen billboards, utility poles, and building debris, closing my eyes forever.

I regretted it deeply, realizing that no amount of adoration was worth more than my own life.

Given a second chance, I resolved to sever my obsession with Jack.

This time, though, he would be the one to taste regret.