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Slick sheets of tears poured from the clouds of my Rosalinda’s azure eyes, streaking black and violet lightning across the alabaster plane of the only home I had ever known and I was the storm bringer.

Gerald could place his hand on a stack of Bibles and swear that he truly loved his wife without fear of being struck by lightning because in truth he loved that woman within the depths of his heart.

The numerous affairs? They were merely physical attractions played through to their natural conclusions. He had no choice, really. What was a man to do with a wife who sadly looked so much better in his memory and in photographs than in person?

Milland had never been an indecisive man, always knowing exactly what he wanted and pursuing it without a moment’s hesitation or second guessing his actions. But now he found himself torn between the love in the eyes of his wife and the weapon in the hands of his mistress.