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.

the whole center of her world.

And somehow, despite it all, she was happy.

Not wildly happy.

Not cinematic happy.

Truly happy.

The kind made from quiet mornings and bedtime stories and small hands reaching for hers.

She almost never thought about Nathan anymore.

At least, that was what she told herself.

Until Boston.

Until she returned to the hotel lobby with continue reading …