May (Celeste’s mother)

“Richard, I’m leaving now,” I muttered, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

Richard’s face lit up with that same warm smile he’d been giving me lately. He’d been such a wonderful husband these past few weeks—buying me everything I wanted, treating me like a queen.

The guilt twisted in my stomach. If only I could love him the way he loved me. If only my heart didn’t belong to someone else. But it did. It belonged to Dave, and nothing could change ...