My husband has never loved me—or held our daughter. The day his first love returned, he smiled for her child. Our six-year-old begged: ""Three last chances for Daddy."" Chance one: He treasured another girl's gift, not hers. Chance two: He crowned that girl on our daughter's birthday. Chance three: He made our daughter apologize for a lie. He doesn't know I'm EN—the famous artist he's desperately chasing. Three chances, then we're gone. He'll learn: some love comes too late.