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today. Just ninety days since I'd become Dr. Maya Harrison, neurosurgeon by day and Mrs. Harrison by night. The diamond-encrusted stet

my reflection, applying one final coat of lip

schedule and his demanding business empire. Some called it reckless, my younger sister Lina had practically begged me to wait, but when you know, you know. The whirlwind ro

to the tears in Shawn's eyes as I walked down the aisle. He'd promised to cherish me until his dying breath, to support m

h Dr. Cohen specifically to prepare for tonight, and Shawn wasn't due home for another hou

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tore from my throat as I watched two maids carrying m

sary, glanced up. Her eyes met mine for a brief second before she quickly looked away, continu

ake, some cruel joke. My trembling fingers found my phone, and I frantically dialed Shawn's number. One

marble floors. "Have I done something to offend you? Why

ll, the silence more cutting than any insult could h

anged as part of Shawn's surprise mocking me from the center table. The card I'd handwritten still rested beside it:

en eight, then nine. My calls went unanswered. My texts unread. The dinner reserv

'd ever experienced. When my eyes fluttered open, golden sunlight streamed through the windows. My neck ached from the aw

awn. No explana

ed, my voice cracking with

him. My husband walked in wearing clothes I'd never seen before, his usually immaculate appearance

d her makeup was flawlessly applied, making her green eyes pop. But what shattered my world wasn't her appearance, it

escaped my lips as