Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

The front door opened, letting in a sudden gust of cold autumn air that reached our table and made the candle flame flicker.

Lily buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as the holiday mood vanished.

Damon reached across the white tablecloth and gripped his wine glass, his fingers squeezing the stem until his knuckles turned yellow. He did continue reading …