Chapter 2

I quickly brushed the thought of joining them out of my head.

I’d just seen my husband buried deep inside his secretary, in the bed we shared, the sheets I’d chosen, the same ones he’d kissed me on only nights ago.

I should’ve screamed. I should’ve thrown something, or collapsed, or done anything that made sense for a wife whose world had just been ripped apart.

But instead, I felt… free.

I slumped forward in my car, pressing my forehead to the steering wheel. My hands ...