“That’s the woman who comes to our house when you’re at work.” I blinked in confusion.
“What?” “The woman who plays in your bedroom.” For a split second, the air seemed to disappear from my lungs.
The surrounding supermarket chatter faded into a relentless ringing in my ears.
Nathan? My careful, meticulous accountant husband who constantly worried about saving every penny for Caleb’s college fund?
It couldn’t be possible. I tightened my grip around the cart handle until my knuckles turned white, forcing my trembling legs to move forward.
“Excuse me,” I said, my voice shaking despite everything I did to steady it.
The young woman turned around. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-three.
But I wasn’t looking at her face. My eyes immediately dropped to her collarbone.
A rose-gold pendant rested against her skin. A single teardrop sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds.
One of a kind. Nathan had specially commissioned it five years earlier for our anniversary.
He always insisted it was far too valuable to wear, so I had kept it locked inside a velvet box in our bedroom.
She noticed me staring and touched the necklace. “Is something wrong?”
Every instinct inside me screamed to tear it from her neck. But I had seen enough custody battles to know that a public breakdown would only give Nathan ammunition to use against me.
