Tenth Anniversary, Getting Divorced

At the company's tenth-anniversary banquet, my husband's childhood sweetheart made an unexpected entrance. Without hesitation, she walked straight up to him, throwing her arms around him and handing him a bouquet of bright red roses.

To my disbelief, my husband didn't pull away—he hugged her back, tightly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The crowd erupted in cheers, calling for them to kiss, as if I was the outsider and they were the true couple.

My chest tightened; the pain unbearable. Without looking back, I turned and left the room. Goodbye, Zane. You didn't deserve my love.