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.

against the lobby’s glass doors as tired guests hurried across the marble floors with umbrellas and expensive luggage.

Nathan barely registered any of it.

At forty-one, he now appeared older than he was.

The clean, cutting confidence that had once landed him on magazine covers had faded into something quieter.

Something more breakable.

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