Inside, I was furious—disgusted, even—but I couldn’t let Mark see that. I had to play the part of the heartbroken, conflicted wife, torn apart by love and betrayal. After all, that’s who I was supposed to be right then—a woman lost, overwhelmed by the pain of a crumbling marriage.

I stood there, motionless, watching as Mark finished his song. He walked toward me, holding a smaller bunch of roses taken from that ridiculous, oversized bouquet. I dug my nails into my ...