MY HUSBAND’S DARK SECRET: THE WOMAN ON HIS SHOULDER WAS NO STRANGER

I knew those eyes. I knew that exact beauty mark near her jaw. It was her—the woman from Ryan’s shoulder, only older, hardened by time, and looking weary. My hands began to shake as I approached her.

“Excuse me,” I whispered, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Do you know someone named Ryan?”

The color drained from her face so fast I thought she might continue reading …