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.

her it couldn’t happen again.”

“But it did.”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?”

His answer was quiet. “Because telling you would have forced me to face how far I had let things go.”

There it was again.

Not only the kiss.

The cowardice surrounding it.

Emily looked toward the stairs, where their sons slept beneath the roof she had built without him.

“Someone continue reading …