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.

Neglect.

A slow emotional abandonment.

“I was selfish,” he admitted.

“Yes.”

“And arrogant.”

“Yes.”

“And I thought success excused everything.”

Emily finally looked at him fully.

“And now?”

Nathan’s voice dropped.

“Now I’d trade every hotel I own for one more year with my family.”

Silence stretched between them.

Nearby, the ocean waves broke softly.

Then Ethan suddenly continue reading …