Chapter 6

My knees buckled, and I crumpled to the marble floor like a discarded doll. The cold stone bit through the thin silk of my lingerie, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest. The image of Wyatt and Betty locked in that passionate embrace burned behind my eyelids, replaying over and over like a cruel film reel.

My husband. My sister-in-law. In my bedroom. In my marriage bed.

The betrayal was so complete, so devastating, that for a moment I couldn't breathe. The air seemed too thick, too heavy, pressing down on me until…