stand. He probably thought his grand gesture had smoothed everything over. He expec
idn
sp. I needed to clear my head. My lawyer, David Lee, had filed the divorce papers, but Mark ha
from our house, one I' d never been to befor
a
rm. She said something, and he smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile I hadn' t seen directed at me in years. He reached across t
a couple in love.
jealousy. I just felt a profound sense of emptiness. It was confirmation of what I alre
ely separate life, and
ed and walked away. There was nothi
was sober and acting like the perf
wife," he said,
, and his lips l
d to tal
arge bouquet of roses sitting on the coffee t
I said calmly. "With
decency to look guilty
meeting, Sarah. Emily is my
ook like a bus
me to say? Are you spying
o spy on you." I took a deep breath.
The color drained from his face. He
" he w
hospital, the day you were with Emily, I had just had a hysterectomy. The
rds sink in. I wanted him to
ing from having parts of my body cut out. While he was picking out a diamond neckl
ly at a high-profile charity gala. The article called her his "protégé and close companion." It was dated the night of my surgery. He had told me h
sn't a shock. It was just the final, ugl
speechless. For the first
t you tell me?" he
s. You were busy with Emily. You were busy agreeing to a divorce you had no intentio
cal. I didn't expect an
ng but a vast, cold distance. The love I once had for him had been eroded by
m not waiting for you anymore. I' m not
completely, l