refused to settle for anything less.
He had tucked our little boy into bed.
Then he’d returned to the kitchen, kissed my cheek, and handed me a generous slice of pecan pie.
Everything had seemed perfectly ordinary.
Until he sat down and calmly announced that our marriage was about to become something I had never agreed to.
“Her name is Elena,” he said.
I could only stare.
“Don’t misunderstand me, Maggie. I’m not planning to leave you.”
I blinked.
“You’ve just admitted you’re in love with another woman. How exactly
