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

glass in front of me, watching the lemon slice float near the rim.

“The truth is, he just did not want to share the room with her,” Jake said.

A low murmur passed through the diners near the window. Clara sat with her hands folded on her lap, her eyes fixed on my husband.

“And then there is tonight,” Jake said, gesturing toward me with an open hand.