On our fifth anniversary, Adrian claimed work had called him away. In reality, he flew to Iceland with his first love to see the northern lights—and everyone closest to me helped him hide it. Worse, he handed her credit for the system I spent four years building, then expected me to clean up the mess. He was certain I would never leave him or walk away from my life's work. He was wrong. This time, I wasn't fighting to keep him. I was taking everything that belonged to me back.
