Twenty-five years ago...

“Why didn’t you tell me you were married?” Maria asked sharply.

Jacob buttoned his shirt and glanced at her in the mirror. “Would you have come to me if I had told you?”

Maria’s voice trembled with anger. “So I was just a bed warmer? A tool for your nights?”

Jacob gave a small smile. “Don’t take it all so hard, Maria. I enjoyed our time together.”

Maria gripped her dress tightly. “Then what was it? When you said you loved me—was that all a ...