You Were Just Passing Through My Life

Twenty years together.

It was the first time I had ever picked up Finn Simmons's phone.

A contact saved as 'Little Crybaby' had just sent a selfie, a face cried red and blotchy.

"Finn, do I look pretty when I cry?"

The cold went through me, head to foot.

The next second, he came out of the bedroom.

He saw the phone in my hand and put out his hand, flat and unbothered. "Give it back."

My knuckles went white. "You're not going to explain?"

His face didn't change.

"Nothing to explain. It's exactly what you think. I cheated."

My voice shook. "Why?"