Rather Be the Sea's Moon Than Mountain's Returning Cloud

My husband's first love, the woman he'd carried a torch for, got into an argument with me and then suddenly miscarried. Marcus Sherwood raged at me, screaming that I owed a life for a life. My mother threw herself in front of me, shielding me with everything she had. "If a life has to pay for this, then take mine." Not long after, my mother swallowed a bottle of pills and died in the bathroom. I was devastated, drowning in grief. And from that day on, Marcus settled down too, and never spoke of his first love again.