She’s been neglected by her billionaire husband after they married.
Then he hires another woman- and she feels more ignored than ever.
Willow loved her husband Michael before the money, back when he was a boy with a rotten boat, turning up at her door in the winter.
She married him, gave him a son, and spent years being the one who waited.
Then things changed when he hired her oldest friend, Krystal, to run his empire.
He moved her into a cottage a lane from where Willow was raising their two-year-old son, the little boy who still stacks his toys on his father’s empty chair,
waiting for a dad who never comes home.
Everyone tells Willow she is imagining it. She isn’t. And Krystal had always wanted what was Willow’s.
So she stops waiting. With their son on her hip, in front of half of Nantucket, she asks for a divorce and walks up the dock without looking back.
Now the man who stopped seeing her wants a second chance. Flowers she never asked for. A house in her name. A husband learning, too late, everything he never knew about his own wife.
The trouble is, part of her still remembers the boy with the boat.
But Willow is already building a life that doesn’t need him. If Michael wants his family back, he will have to become the man he should have been the first time, before she is gone for good.
She’s done being chosen last.
So she chooses herself.
