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.

lips.

Nothing came out.

Because all at once, every part of him was screaming one impossible word.

Mine.

The babysitter finally caught sight of his expression and shifted uneasily.

“Sorry again,” she said quickly, ushering the boys away.

But before they rounded the corner, one of them glanced back.

And Nathan saw it.

A tiny crescent-shaped birthmark just under continue reading …