I awake to a sobering realization. This is my last full day here. Tomorrow morning, I’ll wake up in Braxton’s arms, and then, I’ll have to tell him goodbye. He’ll take me back to my old apartment, to my old life, to my old husband, and all of this will fade away, like a wonderful dream, one that couldn’t last.

I am somber as we eat breakfast. Braxton had paid attention the day before and just asked the chefs to prepare my favorites, so there isn’t quite so much waste, though I could never eat all of the food that he’s had spread before me. We chatt, and he makes...