I smiled on the day my husband finalized our divorce and married the woman he had been seeing behind my back while I was eight months pregnant.

coffee in our first apartment. The man who once walked six blocks in the rain because I said I wanted soup. The man I married.

I don’t need perfect.

I just need honest.

Come home to me.

Emily

The room blurred.

Nathan covered his mouth with one hand.

“I never saw this,” he whispered.

“I know,” Emily said.

And somehow, she did know.

The card did not change what continue reading …