Eighteen
Kelly
My breath caught and every bit of happiness I’d been feeling drained out of me.
I closed my eyes thinking, this is it, then opened them and turned my head slightly to look at her for the first time.
Madeline.
The woman who’d been with my husband while I’d been asleep.
She wasn’t anything like what I’d pictured, standing there in her stylish skirt and blouse, not a hair out of place on her blonde head, her makeup classic and understated.
Madeline smoothed her unwrinkled skirt, her wide eyes and the slight tremor of her fingers the only sign that she was not as composed as she looked.
“Madeline, what are you doing here?” Sean asked again, his blue eyes narrowed on the petite woman.
He glanced at me nervously, then back at Madeline, who seemed frozen in place.
“I’m so
