Three weeks after our divorce was finalized, my ex-husband mailed me an invitation to his wedding.
He’d carefully underlined the bride’s name in gold ink, apparently determined to make sure I noticed exactly who he was marrying.
Vanessa Cole.
The same woman he’d been seeing behind my back while we were still husband and wife.
She was twenty-eight, six months pregnant, and seemingly delighted to have taken my place.
When my sister noticed the invitation on my kitchen counter, she looked at me in disbelief.
“Claire, please tell me you’re not considering going.”
I gave a short laugh.
“Absolutely not.”
“Then why haven’t you thrown it away?”
“Because Ryan wants me to react.”
Ryan Mercer had always enjoyed putting on a show.
During our marriage, everything had to appear perfect.
The expensive watches.
The charity events.
The luxury vacations.
The smiling photographs that made us look like the happiest couple in town.
Even his affair had become another opportunity to demonstrate how successful and desirable he believed himself to be.
Two days after I discovered Vanessa, Ryan had stood in our living room and calmly told me:
“Claire, don’t turn this into a nightmare. Vanessa is pregnant with my child. Try to handle this with some dignity.”
I stared at him.
Then I answered quietly.
“Of course, Ryan.”
He looked almost disappointed.
He’d expected crying, accusations, or a desperate attempt to save our marriage.
Instead, I agreed to a relatively quick divorce and stopped arguing.
His mother called me weak.
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