His Deal, Her Heart's Demand

For five years, I supported my musician boyfriend, Mark, paying our bills while working on an architecture project that I thought would finally build us a stable future. I poured everything I had into our life together.

Then I came home early and overheard him on the phone with his wealthy patron, Daniel.

"She's just a convenient stepping stone," he laughed. "My real life is starting with you now."

The next day, a horrific car crash shattered my right arm, my drawing arm. At the scene, Mark ignored my injuries and screamed at the paramedics to save Daniel's hand instead.