I had forgiven him ninety-nine times. But I was tired now.
I set the divorce papers in front of him. "Let's end this."
……
I still couldn't get the image out of my head.
The moment I pushed open that door.
My husband. My best friend. In our bed.
Ebony James tugged her shirt back up over her shoulder, her expression dripping with provocation.
"Girl, if you'd shown up any later, your husband and I would've been done already."
A vicious pain tore through my chest. I closed my eyes in despair.
Two years ago, everyone in Harbor City knew that Caspar Stephens loved his wife more than life itself.
He'd crossed an ocean to bid on an East Bay pearl for me at auction when the accident happened, leaving him with Capgras Delusion.
In recent months, the person he most frequently mistook for me was my best friend, Ebony.
He gave her the new nightgown he'd just bought.
He nearly wandered into her bedroom in the middle of the night.
It put me in an awkward position, and I finally brought it up with her.
"Ebony, maybe you could stay at one of my other houses for a few days?"