tomach was empty, my body trembling with a toxic mixture of grief and disgust. He loved Sienna. He was using m

lection in the mirror. My eyes were puffy and red,

fference, that he was older and more established. He had laughed and pulled me close. "Age doesn't matter, Chloe," he had

tter poison. Every memory, every shared laugh, every tender tou

fool anymore. I would not let him destroy me and my child. I had to leave. I h

e top of the closet-the closet where her clothes were still hanging-and started throwing my th

phone buzzed again. I

to fly to Chicago immediately. Won' t be bac

obably already in her arms, laughing about how gullible

ork. Chicago. It was the same excuse he used last month, and the month before that. H

considering investing in, the 'Azure Heights' . He' d even pointed it out to me as we drove by one day. "Incredible views from

image into my brain so that I would never, ever be tempted to go back to him. I zipped

was a sleek tower of glass and steel, glittering against the night sky. I parked across

ge. A minute after that, a light flicked on in a corner apartment on the twentieth floor. I c

there for a long moment, swaying gently, two people perfectly in sync. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't

gony in my gut. That should be me. That was my hus