The Heart That Loved Me Was Never His

“Miss Quinn, we made a mistake The man who received your fiancé's heart isn't Elliot Farley, the CEO of the Farley Group.”

The doctor's words, heavy with apology, nearly took my legs out from under me.

Two days ago, I'd gotten our third-anniversary family portrait, and tucked inside it was a photo of my husband, Elliot Farley, naked in bed with another woman.

I cried the whole night through. But I told myself that the heart beating in his chest belonged to the man I loved. As long as he was alive, I could swallow any humiliation and go on loving him.