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.

“Did Daniel know?” I asked.

Alistair looked toward the ballroom where Daniel accepted congratulations like royalty.

“No.”

There it was.

Not destiny. Not an arrangement. Just another betrayal built entirely on vanity.

I opened my clutch and handed Alistair a folded document.

His eyes moved across the page. The color drained from his face.

“What is this?”

“A continue reading …