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.

Emily sat alone on the porch wrapped in blankets while the ocean wind shook the trees.

Nathan knew.

And somehow, that changed everything.

Part of her felt angry.

Another part felt relieved.

Because keeping the boys hidden from him had never felt entirely fair.

Necessary, perhaps.

But not fair.

She remembered learning she was pregnant alone in that Albany continue reading …