Bitterness in His Eyes

<p>PROLOGUE</p><p><em>Before the Bitterness</em></p><p>I used to believe that love once real never truly dies.</p><p>But I've learned that's a lie we tell ourselves to survive.</p><p>There was a time when his eyes held nothing but warmth.</p><p>When his laugh filled our home. When his hands built cribs and</p><p>held our babies close like they were the meaning of his life.</p><p>There was a time I belonged to him in every way a woman can</p><p>belong to a man.</p>