Planning My Cheating Ex-Husband's Wedding

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window, a sea of glittering lights that was the Las Vegas Strip spread out below me. Alex's white dress shirt, the one he'd

tongue. Hours ago, I'd been reciting vows I'd helped write. It wasn't just a wedding; it was m

ent. The string quartet's selection, a little-known piece by Richter that swelled at the exact moment we said 'I do.'

x's chin rested on my shoulder, his voice a low, magnetic rumb

m current of possession and belonging. I smiled, tur

rfect fit for mine. But as my fingers traced the strong column of hi

as exhausted. We both were. It

s blue eyes intense. "You were a dream today

ckered. For less than a second, something else passed

wning it in the overwhelming happiness of the moment. I was overthi

mpagne together. The sweet, celebratory taste filled my mouth a

the hem of the shirt. "Now," he murmured against my skin

chest, gently pushing him back. "You first.

that usually soothed me. He kiss

m. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessl

pocket. It landed face-up on the

ather-bound planning binder from the nightstand. I wanted to look over th

the powerful rush of the shower filled the suite

I sighed, a sound of pure contentment, a

vibration bro

ight of the suite, Alex's

r was displayed at t

as Jessica. I'd never he

ll text, just the name and

l thud. A cold dread, sudden

I told myself. A friend

n his wedding night. A messa

d the phone, hesitating, my fingertips ho

hower was a steady

, my decision made. I