Divorce After Betrayal

Synopsis

The sky was still dark when I slipped my key into the penthouse door. Dawn wouldn't break for another hour, but I needed those charity gala files before Ryan woke. Twelve years of marriage had taught me how to move silently through our shared spaces, becoming invisible when necessary. The skill had served me well as Ryan's affairs multiplied from one to ninety-nine. I froze at the sound of laughter from the entryway—a woman's voice, high and triumphant. My hand trembled on the doorknob as I pushed it open just enough to see through the crack. Ryan stood there, his back to me, his arms wrapped possessively around Ashley Morgan's waist. Her rounded belly pressed against him as he bent to kiss her, his fingers tangling in her glossy blonde hair. The same fingers that hadn't touched me in months. "Welcome home, baby," he murmured against her lips. "Your new home." Home. The word pierced me like a shard of ice. This penthouse—the one I had decorated, maintained, and turned into a sanctuary—was now being offered to mistress number ninety-nine. I should have left then. Should have closed the door and disappeared. Instead, I pushed it wider and stepped inside, my presence announcing itself with the soft click of the closing door. Ryan didn't even have the decency to look surprised. He turned, his arm still around Ashley, his expression merely annoyed at the interruption. "Sarah." My name on his lips sounded like an afterthought. "I thought you were at the Hamilton fundraiser until