Two hours after my ex-husband said “I do,” he walked into my hospital room with his bride still wearing her wedding dress.

rose on his lapel.

Panic under his eyes.

Behind him stood Celeste, his new bride, in a lace gown with pearls sewn into the bodice. Her veil hung crooked over one shoulder. Her mascara had run in thin black lines down her cheeks.

For one strange second, the room looked like two worlds had collided.

Birth and wedding.

Beginning and betrayal.

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