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.

caught her wrist beneath the awning outside the hotel entrance.

The instant his skin touched hers, four years of buried feeling slammed through them both.

Emily slowly looked up.

Nathan’s face had changed.

Lines framed his eyes.

Exhaustion had carved itself deeply into his expression.

But the worst part?

He still looked at her as though she mattered.

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