Giogia’s POV

Our third anniversary is the day my husband shows up with his ex on his arm.

Vanessa Henderson—his first love, the standard I have been measured against since the moment I became Adrian Steward’s wife.

She sweeps into our home as if the deed is in her purse. One flawless hand cups a faint swell at her stomach; the other is looped through Adrian’s arm like a claim.

Her perfume hits me next—costly, floral, cloying. My stomach ...