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

had been lingering near the kitchen doors with a fresh pitcher of ice water.

“Let us have that toast now,” Jake said, his voice carrying clearly over the low hum of the dining room.

Noah cracked his knuckles under the table, then stopped himself and sat up straight. He lifted his own glass, the water catching the amber glow of the wall sconces.

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