The text came through at 4 PM, three hours before I was supposed to leave for my sister's wedding.

We need to talk. Can you come over before you leave?

I stared at it. At those six words from Jake. My boyfriend of two years.

I should have known. Should have seen it coming. The way he'd been distant lately. The canceled plans. The excuses that never quite added up.

I went anyway. Found him sitting on my couch with Emma. The Emma from his office he'd sworn was "just a colleague."

"I'm sorry," he said. Not looking sorry at all. "It just happened."

"It just happened?" I laughed, sharp...