"But about the other woman in your marriage... I'd be willing to help, if you'll let me."
Debbie shook her head. "It's no use."
Her mouth fell slightly open as her mind drifted. 'I used to be just like her—always paying lip service but running away from the real issue. If Alaric hadn't told me he loved me, would my avoidance have paved the way for Jessica Sutton to win? Would I have missed my chance with him?'
"How will you know if you don't try?" said Rosalind.
"Tell me about your husband. I'll help you."
Debbie sighed and spoke slowly. "We've been married for six years. We met by chance. I was just a poor girl back then, but his love for me only lasted two short years. Then I found out I was pregnant, and he was forced to marry me..."
"Mrs. Debbie, the other woman is clearly just in it for the money. Don't worry, I'll investigate and help you."
Debbie shook her head. "I wouldn't want to trouble you, Mrs. Davenport, really."
