Her Secret Shame, His Public Affair

drunk. My best friend of twenty years, Caren, texted me pra

k. "I love you so, so much, Caren," he whispered. Then I saw it. A tattoo

e, her smile as sweet as poison. After one bite, my throa

er. He stood between us, his face a mask of fury. "What is your problem with her

he grabbed my arm, yanking me back. "You

strength, I slapped

I rasped. "And I

pte

He could barely stand, slurring his words as our friends guided him into the

plessness washed over me. This wasn't the man I'd just married. This was a st

enty years. He probably just had too much, Lana. Give him some h

r message, so practical, also held a hint of the night's expectat

ice and gently coaxed Jameson to drink it. He was plian

tled down, his breathing evening out as he lay

t Caren back, to thank her for being the c

ehind, pulling me against a warm chest. Jameso

oken. It wasn't the loving whisper of a new husban

u so, so m

on dart. He hadn't said Alanna.

There, on the left side of his chest, directly o

gle, elegant

n my ears. The man holding me, the room, the white dress hanging on t

The 'C' wa

tion. The reason he looked past me at the reception, his eyes searchin

for what felt like an eternity. I

ack to my limbs, a cold dr

ted again on t

s stiff and robotic. He didn't noti

t the glow

ge was fr