A year after she stole my husband, my ex-best friend invited me to her baby shower—mocking my pain—but what I did next changed everything.

No card.

For the next hour, I watched them perform their little fantasy.

Daniel kissed Camille’s temple every time cameras appeared nearby. Camille told guests their baby was “a Mercer miracle.” Across the room, Alistair stood near the bar looking pale and sweating through his collar. Every time Camille laughed, his eyes flickered nervously toward Daniel,continue reading …