The Anniversay Divorce Gift

de Mark's jaw clench. He gave Daniel's hand a brief, fi

ensive. It was the excuse they had always used,

e going." He turned to Olivia. "Let me know if your 'colleague' needs any further assistance. I s

still clinging to Mark's arm, looked from Mark to Olivia w

ce softening. "No, of course not. Olivia was just helping a friend." He shot Olivi

h for Olivia to hear, "I'm so sorry, Mark. I didn't

Olivia," Mark corrected, his voice low

n outsider in her own home, witnessing the man she married offer comfort and reassurance to another woman. A woman he cl

loe in on the guest room bed, not the couch. "What w

ng a friend," Olivia sai

d sat next to her, trying to reclaim some semblance of their o

ooking at him directly. "Sh

Liv. I have to b

all with perfect clarity now. His blindness, his self

the top of the stack. He was doting on her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, pouring her orange juice. These were small acts of affection he had ne

t into dust. The man she loved was a stranger, and the

felt dizzy, her vision blurring at the edges. She put a hand out to steady herself on the gra

through her abdomen, sharp and terrifying. It was a pain unlike anything she had eve

t. And she was

air from her lungs. She had been feeling off for weeks, but had dismisse

de, her face pale with horror. "Mrs. Joh

it went straight to voicemail. He was unreachable. He had

rld fading to a gray haze. Through it all, one thought rema