Chapter 5

The air in the ballroom solidified.

Paige’s airy "sweetheart" hung suspended over the room. It was an incredibly ironic echo against the backdrop of our anniversary.

Collective gasps from the guests rippled through the silence. Grant's pupils dilated in pure horror.

He tried to stammer out an excuse. But before he could, I spoke.

My voice was remarkably steady. It surprised even myself.

"You mean my ex-husband?"

Grant’s face drained of all color. It turned ashen.

Paige’s hand hovered mid-air. The blinding glare of her wedding ring caught the light. It suddenly looked grotesque under the chandelier.

She clearly hadn't…