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—”

But Chloe was already moving toward them.

The boys held Nathan’s hands happily, unaware that tension had suddenly entered the room.

Chloe stopped right in front of them.

Her gaze dropped to the twins.

And every bit of color left her face.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

Because no one could deny whose children they were.

Nathan stepped slightly closer continue reading …