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.

That half second hurt.

“Yes,” he said.

The honesty landed almost as painfully as the confession itself.

Emily carefully placed the mug down. “Tell me.”

Nathan dragged a hand over his face. “Two weeks before our anniversary, after a late investor dinner, Chloe kissed me in the elevator.”

Emily’s hands went cold.

“I pushed her away,” he said quickly. “I told continue reading …