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Three years into our marriage, I'd never once thought about going through Adam's drawers. That day, I was just looking for a bank card when my fingers brushed against an official-looking document hidden deep in the drawer. It was a marriage certificate. The spouse's name on it was Emily Lane. It wasn't me. I put the certificate back, closed the drawer, and sat in the study, watching the night outside the window. I didn't shed a tear, and I didn't reach out to him. My mind was terrifyingly clear. Three years. I, Claire Sutton, stood by his side through everything—from being broke to starting a company, from a tiny rental apartment to this place with a river view. And the name on his marriage certificate? It was another woman's. My phone screen flashed. Adam texted me: [Got a work thing tonight, not coming home.] I sent back just one word: [Okay.]