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.

forcefully.

The lobby slowly sharpened around him again.

“Who was that woman?” he asked, his voice rough.

“What woman?”

“The boys’ mother.”

His assistant looked uncertain.

“I’m not sure. One of the long-term guests, maybe?”

Nathan’s heart slammed against his ribs.

Every logical thought battled the truth he already felt.

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