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

tapping his spoon against the rim of his water glass and stood up to hug me. He held me tightly for a second, his hand pressing against my back, right where the silk of the dress met my skin.

“Happy birthday, Mom,” Jake said, pulling back to look at me with a quiet smile. “You really do look beautiful.”

Noah, the quietest of the three, simply nodded continue reading …