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