Ruby’s POV

Rebecca showed up at my hotel early on Saturday morning, arms crossed and eyes blazing. She let herself in before I even finished opening the door, and barely glanced at the messy bed or the pile of tissues on the nightstand.

“Ruby,” she said, “I swear, if you don’t divorce that man, I’ll do it for you.”

I tried to laugh, but it came out choked. Rebecca sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulders. “He’s a scumbag. I always felt he was,.”

I wiped my nose, ...