The Broken Halo

Summary

After three years of marriage, Caleb Sterling’s newest little mistress finally had the nerve to show up at my door.

She screamed at me, calling me a "washed-up housewife." She demanded to know what right I had to stay by Caleb’s side.

I looked at her with dull, tired eyes.

"The right comes from the years he spent in the gutters of Brooklyn, eating scraps to survive. I was the one who held him through it."

The girl tilted her chin up, her gaze full of contempt.

"So you met him a few years earlier. You really think that’s a legacy worth bragging about?"