I thought my husband and I would last forever.Mark and I were married for seven years, and from the outside, we looked perfect.I was a 34-year-old freelance designer, and our daughter, Sophie, was our long-awaited miracle.Life finally felt whole—until the night of his promotion party.That night marked the beginning of the end of our so-called perfect life.
At the celebration, Sophie tugged my sleeve and pointed at a woman.“Look, Mommy!
