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.

Four years of scraped knees, bedtime stories, and first words.

Gone.

Lost forever.

His voice broke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Emily looked at him for several seconds.

Then answered softly:

“Because the night I found you kissing someone else… I realized I no longer knew who my husband was.”

Nathan closed his eyes.

The shame was still unbearable.

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