Erin's POV
“Wasn’t it just so sweet of Rowan to offer to send us shopping?” Ophelia gushed, digging through her purse for her lip gloss.
She popped open a compact mirror, pouting her lips, and reapplying the pale, glittery sheen. The same glittery sheen I wiped from my husband’s lips only moments earlier.
How had a been so oblivious for so long?
Now that I know the truth, I realize they’ve been carelessly flaunting it in my face for the last eight months, and I was too stupid to realize it.
I took pride in my ability to read a room. I studied people for a living, writing about them or their businesses. My skills are the reason that I was able to climb the ladder so easily to become a top journalist and editor.
Rowan has shattered the confidence I had in myself.
“Sooooo sweet,” I mut
