Chapter 6

I stood in the doorway of my own bedroom—our bedroom—watching as Nathan casually tossed his jacket onto the bed we'd shared for five years.

"Emma," he said without looking at me, "clear out your things. Monica needs to get settled in."

I blinked slowly, absorbing his words. "You want me to move out of the master bedroom?"

"Temporarily," he replied, finally turning to face me with that condescending smile I'd grown to hate. "Just until we figure out more permanent arrangements."

Monica lingered in the doorway behind him, her fingers trailing along the frame in a possessive gesture. She wore…