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’s stomach tightened.

Nathan stood, still holding Elliot’s hand. “What is it?”

“She said something.”

“Who?”

“Chloe.”

The warmth disappeared from Nathan’s face. “What did she say?”

Emily looked toward the exit.

“Be careful.”

Nathan went completely still.

For a second, the sounds of the fundraiser felt too bright, too happy, too unaware. Emily watched parents continue reading …