Love Ends in Winter

I paid sixty thousand dollars for my fiancé to buy his mistress a designer bag while my own mother begged him on her knees to finally marry me. For three years, I was the sole bank account for a man who blamed me for his ruined body and the devoted caretaker for a heart that still belonged to the woman he left scarred in the mud. He saved my life in the avalanche, but every day since, he has made sure I paid for it in blood, tears, and every cent I own.