Girlfriend.
Emily gave me this tight, awkward smile, like she knew the math and didn’t love her role in it.
I could feel people watching me from every angle.
My ears were hot.
My fingers went numb. I felt like I was standing outside my own body.
I managed, “Your… what?”
Ryan’s face shifted into that fake gentle look people use when they’re about to be cruel and want to feel good about it.
“Claire,” he said softly, like we were alone, “our marriage has run its course. You know that.
We’ve been more like roommates for a while.”
Funny. No one had sent me that memo.
“I thought it made sense to… be honest,” he went on. “I brought Emily so everyone could meet her.
I don’t want to sneak around.”
I blinked.
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