
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Leo and I had been married for five years, but the relentless travel, the late-night texts, and that agonizing paparazzi photograph of him kissing a blonde at an away game had been my breaking point. He moved out of our family home and bought a condo closer to the stadium where he played with his MLB team.
A few years later, when a hand-written invitation on embossed league stationery arrived via courier, my heart betrayed me. It was for the MLB All-Star Game. “I know where we stand,” Leo had written beneath the ticket confirmation. “But I also know this might be my last opportunity to receive this honor. I want you there, Amber. No pressure. Just…please come.”









