On my first morning at Harrington & Pierce, I discovered that my husband was engaged to another woman. The proof was smiling at me from a silver frame on my coworker’s desk.
I had been introducing myself to the compliance team when I noticed Ethan’s familiar gray eyes, his crooked smile, and the navy tie I had bought him for our anniversary. In the photograph, he stood behind a beautiful blonde woman, his arms locked around her waist. A diamond glittered on her left hand.
My fingers went cold. I lifted the frame before I could stop myself. “Who’s that?”
The woman beside me brightened. “My fiancé. Ethan Grant. We’re getting married in three months.”
Grant was his middle name. To me, he was Ethan Cole, my husband of six years.
Three months earlier, he had suggested we postpone renewing our vows because Northstar demanded every hour he had. I had apologized for doubting him. Now I remembered the new phone password, the cash withdrawals, and the scent of unfamiliar perfume he blamed on crowded airports.
“He’s handsome,” I managed.
“And impossible to pin down,” she laughed. “He travels constantly for his startup. But once his company is acquired, we’ll finally settle down.” She extended her hand. “I’m Madison Blake.”
I congratulated her, placed the frame down carefully, and walked to the glass-walled office waiting for me. No tears. Not yet. I closed the door, opened my phone, and checked our shared calendar. Ethan was supposedly in Boston until Friday. Madison’s public engagement page showed dinner with him in Chicago the previous night.
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