lti-page spread in society magazines. I married the CEO, Ethan Thorne, a man who commanded boardrooms with a quiet intensity. Emily married his younger bro

hattered on a T

nsion without even knocking. Her face was pale,

s, Sarah. Jus

ually around her shoulders. She was laughing, leaning into him with an intimacy that made my stomach clench in sympa

oison. "That' s what his mother calls her. The little sa

I just pulled her into a h

ar to God, I' m going to take half of everything he owns and hire a team of male

ggesting she talk to Liam fi

k about? The pictures

e us, lit up with a notification. It was a press release from Thorne Ente

nounces Olivia Hayes as the New

ivia. She looked stunning, innocent, and ambitious all a

nymore. It was mine, too. Olivia wasn' t just Liam' s "childhood friend." She w

t week, sending his assistant with a diamond necklace as an apology. He was always busy, always in a meeting, al

He didn' t even think to mention it to me. He made the woman wh

tled over me, chil

post-divorce plans, her voice fill

ery month of the year. All of them

ened, and her jaw dropped. She looked from the press release

ks like we' re both in th

ical laugh bubb

asting like freedom. "I' m

a matching crazy sm

lared, my voice louder than I intended. "

that was part sob, part cheer. We were imagining

tiful, intoxi

er tha

r died in o

and cold. It cam

th tu

was an unreadable mask, but his eyes were fixed on me, dark and int