For five years, she had slept beside a man who felt a thousand miles away.He was her husband in every way that mattered to the world, yet a stranger in every way that mattered to her. She knew the sound of his footsteps, the scent of his cologne, the cold glint of his wedding band-but not what went on inside his mind, or whose name he might still remember when he closed his eyes.She had never asked. He had never told.Until the woman he once loved came back.And suddenly, the man she had spent five years learning not to want became the one person she couldn't stop wondering about.Perhaps the cruelest thing about their marriage was not that he had never loved her.It was that she had never given herself permission to find out whether he ever could.