Jasmine’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her face as she turned toward Martin, whose expression betrayed a fragile hope.

Martin took a step closer, waiting for her words, the silence pressing heavily around them.

Jasmine’s lips parted, but nothing came out. She stood caught between the man she claimed to love and the man who had stood by her side, unable to speak, unable to lie, unable to tell the truth.

And in that moment, with the soft bubbling of soup on the stove behind them and ...