My husband pressed a kiss to my forehead and said, “France. Just a short business trip.”
A few hours later, when I stepped out of the operating room, my heart nearly stopped.
He was there—holding a newborn, murmuring to a woman I had never seen before.
His lover.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.
I simply took out my phone… and transferred everything we owned.
He believed he was living two lives—until I erased one.
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The morning Ethan kissed my forehead, I stood in our kitchen in navy-blue scrubs, trying to drink coffee that had already gone cold.
He gave me that same easy smile—the one that had carried us through twelve years of marriage.
