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.

then toward me.

There was my answer.

He knew that I knew.

After the cake cutting, he followed me quietly into the hallway.

“Naomi,” he whispered. “Please.”

I turned slowly. “Please what?”

His face crumpled immediately. Alistair had always been softer than Daniel, though softness was not the same thing as innocence.

“It only continue reading …