New Year,s Night, Blood On Balcony

Right before New Year's Day, a car accident stole my miracle. My husband, Weston, comforted me and told me to rest at home while I healed from the loss.

But on New Year's night, I walked into a private lounge and found a woman in a sheer black dress draped over his lap. They were tangled together, laughing and whispering.

When Weston saw me, he didn't even flinch.

"Grace, don't overthink it. You're not in the right shape to take care of me lately, and a man has needs."

"Relax, I'm using prot