It's difficult to pretend you love someone when you don't. It's even harder to pretend you don't love someone when you do. To whom do we belong? To our spouses or to each other? My husband, the love of my life, met me when we were married to other people. Unforeseen circumstances gave us the chance to receive and absorb real love. This memoir is the story of our romance, told in letters. Read how we came to realize we were just existing in our respective marriages and became reluctant lovers. Travel with us through our heart-wrenching journey ... the immeasurable pain, anger, sorrow and...