Chapter 1
I followed my fiancé into a hotel after he told me he was working late—and watched him put his arm around another woman before they disappeared into an elevator together.
My name is Claire, and I was supposed to marry Ethan in six weeks.
That afternoon, he texted me from his office in Chicago.
“Big meeting tonight. Don’t wait up.”
I believed him.
Then, while driving home, I saw his car turn into the entrance of a downtown hotel.
At first, I thought the meeting had moved there.
So I parked across the street.
Ethan stepped out wearing the shirt I had bought him for our engagement photos.
Then a woman climbed out of the passenger side.
She slipped her hand into his.
My stomach dropped.
I followed them into the lobby.
They were laughing beside the elevators.
Then Ethan kissed her.
I couldn’t move.
The woman whispered something into his ear.
He smiled and pressed the button for the top floor.
I finally shouted, “Ethan!”
His entire body stiffened.
He turned around slowly.
“Claire?”
The woman stepped away from him.
I walked toward them.
“You’re supposed to be working.”
Ethan glanced around the lobby.
“This isn’t what you think.”
“You just kissed her.”
The woman suddenly laughed.
“Seriously, Ethan?”
I looked at her.
“You knew about me?”
Her smile disappeared.
“Knew about you?”
Then she turned toward Ethan.
“You told me your fiancée died two years ago.”
Ethan went pale.
I stared at him.
“What did you tell her?”
He grabbed my arm.
“Claire, we need to talk privately.”
I pulled away.
Then the woman opened her purse and removed a diamond ring identical to mine.
“He proposed to me three months ago.”
Before I could answer, the hotel manager walked toward us carrying an envelope.
He looked at Ethan and said, “Mr. Miller, your wife left this at the front desk.”
May you like
The woman and I spoke at the same time.
“His wife?”
