“I never once guessed the groom was my husband of eight years.”
The courtyard went silent.
Then phones began rising from laps and handbags.
Sean took two fast steps toward me. “Listen. I can explain.”
“Please do.”
He stopped, and for one second he looked frightened.
Then his shoulders straightened, a strange confidence settling over him.
“Listen. I can explain.”
“Our marriage hasn’t worked for a long time,” he said. “We were drowning. Bills, debt, that house we could barely afford. Every day felt like another failure.”
“You told me you were looking for work.”
“I was trying to build a better life…” He looked at Vanessa. “And now I have.”
A murmur rolled through the chairs.
But Vanessa was still staring at me.
And deep down, I suspected that stealing Sean was part of something even more devastating.
Stealing Sean was part of something even more devastating.
Sean lifted his chin.
