Chapter NINETEEN ELLIE

Leaving my horrible marriage and the relative security of Gary’s home was a rude, rough awakening for me. Moving into St. E’s, while much appreciated, was a lot different from the places I’d lived.

They had an outstanding staff, and with Meredith taking over and Josef’s company providing security, well, it was safer and better than ever.

But those first few weeks had been difficult.

Wrapping my head around the fact that I’d been hurt by the man who swore to love and honor me was stunning.

It was unbelievable.

I didn’t mourn Gary or my marriage. On the contrary, I rejoiced at my newfound freedom, and that was maybe the thing that made me feel the guiltiest.

I should have left long before he raised his hands.

I didn’t love him.

I didn’t want him.

I didn’t even like him.

So what the hell was I doing with him?

I guess I thought it was expected of me. He was the father of my child, and I’d made a vow, right?

But sometimes life wasn’t so cut and dry.