For ten years, I was the woman behind the star quarterback, the one who sacrificed everything so he could reach the top. On the day of my wedding dress fitting, he told me he'd married an eighteen-year-old cheerleader. He called me a "dirty, worn-out rag" and left me bleeding. He didn't konw I was carrying his miracle child—the one he thought he could never have. By the time he discovered the truth, I was gone. Now, he's a crippled beggar, kneeling in the rain and pleading for a glimpse of t
