Jade's POV
My therapist is a woman.
Thank God.
Not because I think a male therapist couldn't help me, but because right now I need another woman to explain why the f**k my brain keeps trying to turn my husband's affair into a competition I somehow failed to win.
Dr. Naomi Bennett sits across from me with a notebook resting against one knee.
"So what would you like to work on?"
I laugh.
She waits.
I laugh again.
"How much time do you have?"
"Fifty minutes."
"We're fucked."
That gets the smallest smile.
Good.
At least she has a sense of humor.
I settle deeper into the chair and place a hand over my stomach.
"My husband had another relationship for five years."
Her expression remains calm.
"He proposed to her."
Still calm.
"While married to me."
There it is.
A tiny pause
