LOGIN"On the couch." I closed my eyes, but the image was burned into my brain. "He was... his shirt was off. Her dress was..." I couldn't finish."Okay." Harper wrote it down. "Did they say anything that indicated how long this has been going on?""No. But when I asked, Ethan wouldn't answer. And the way they moved together..." I opened my eyes. "Harper, it wasn't new. They'd done this before. I could tell."She nodded, still writing. "Your wedding. Five years ago. Do you remember anything suspicious?"And there it was. The question I'd been avoiding.I thought back. Layla in her bridesmaid dress. Laughing with Ethan at the reception. Dancing with him. I'd thought it was sweet. Thought it meant they'd accepted each other as family."She asked to dance with him," I said slowly. "I remember because I thought it was nice. She said she wanted to officially welcome him to the family."Harper's pen stopped moving. "And?""And they danced for three songs. I didn't think anything of it at the time
Except I could still smell her perfume. Still see the way his hands had been tangled in her hair. Still hear the sounds they'd been making.My stomach lurched. I stopped walking, bent over, hands on my knees."Violet?" Harper's hand was on my back. "Hey, you okay?""No." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe through the nausea. "I'm not okay. I'm never going to be okay again.""Yes, you will." Her voice was firm. "I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but you will. I promise.""How?" I straightened up, rain streaming down my face, mixing with tears I didn't remember starting to cry. "How am I supposed to be okay after this? He was my husband, Harper. I trusted him with everything. I built my entire life around him. And she... Layla was my sister. How do I come back from that?"Harper grabbed my shoulders, making me look at her. Her mascara had run, making dark tracks down her cheeks. She looked fierce and a little bit crazy and absolutely certain."You come back from it by re
My phone rang again. Harper pulled it out, looked at the screen, and her mouth tightened."Ethan?" I asked."Worse. Victoria."My blood turned to ice. "Don't answer it.""Wasn't planning to." She silenced the phone and tossed it back in her purse. "Let her wonder. Let them all wonder."She zipped the suitcase, grabbed my coat from the hook, and wrapped it around my shoulders. Her hands were gentle despite the rage still burning in her eyes."You ready?"I looked around the penthouse. At the couch where I'd found them. At the kitchen where I'd made breakfast this morning, completely unaware my world was about to implode. At the bedroom where I'd slept beside Ethan last night, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck.Had he been thinking about her then? Had he been comparing us?"Violet." Harper's voice pulled me back. "You ready?"No. I wasn't ready. I'd never be ready. But I nodded anyway because what else was I supposed to do?She picked up the suitcase and steered me tow
My phone was still buzzing. I pulled it out with shaking hands.Three missed calls from Sandra. Two texts asking if everything was okay. One congratulatory email from HR about the promotion.I stared at the screen until the words blurred together.Then I did the only thing I could think of.I called Harper.She answered on the second ring. "Hey, I was just about to...""I need you." My voice broke. "Harper, I need you right now.""Vio? What's wrong? What happened?"I opened my mouth to tell her. To explain. But all that came out was a sound, broken and desperate."I'm on my way," Harper said. "Don't move. I'm coming."The line went dead.I sat there on the floor, surrounded by the ruins of my perfect life, and waited for my best friend to save me.Because I sure as hell couldn't save myself.I couldn't stop shaking.My whole body had turned into something unfamiliar, something that wouldn't obey simple commands like breathe or stand or think. I was still on the floor when the door bur
I should have known something was wrong when he didn't answer his phone.But I didn't. I was too busy replaying the meeting in my head, the way Sandra from corporate had smiled when she told me I was being considered for the promotion. Senior Marketing Director. The words still felt surreal, like if I said them out loud, they'd evaporate.My heels clicked against the marble lobby floor of our building, and I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. God, I probably looked insane. The doorman, Miguel, gave me a knowing nod as I rushed past."Good evening, Mrs. Carter.""Evening, Miguel!"The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt eternal. I clutched the paper bag from Lombardi's, the Italian place on Fifth where Ethan and I had our first date. Chicken parmigiana, extra sauce, no capers. His favorite. The smell was making my stomach growl, but I'd waited to eat. I wanted us to celebrate together.Five years of marriage. Five years of building our life in this city, brick by brick, dream by







