After My Husband Let His Childhood Friend Shave My Head, I Married the Man Who Waited Eight Years

My husband let his childhood friend shave my head, slap me with a dog-fur wig despite my deadly allergy, and even handed me over to a man who assaulted me after she framed me. That was when I stopped begging Leander to choose me. I called Gideon, the childhood friend who had waited eight years, and asked for a divorce, damages, and justice. The truth destroyed Celia’s lies and Leander’s excuses. By the time my divorce was final, Gideon was still there. This time, I chose the man who believed me—and the life Leander could never give me.