She burned a shipment to save children's lives.

Her husband burned their marriage to survive his doubt.

While Orlaith risked everything to stop counterfeit medication from killing innocent children.

Fabricated evidence was quietly destroying her name inside the only world she had ever called home.

Her husband, the Iron Saints' Road Captain, chose the evidence over seven years of knowing her.

He chose someone else over the woman who would have died for him.

Now another woman parks in her space.

Wears his hoodie.

Uses the mug Orlaith bought him the morning after their wedding.

And when Orlaith walks into that house one final afternoon,

she sets her key on the counter and walks out without a single word.

Because some truths do not require speeches.

Three years later, Corvin knows exactly what he destroyed.

He knows who she was.

He knows what she did.

And he knows that earning his way back will cost him everything, publicly, painfully, and without guarantee.