On the marriage certificate Nathan posted online, he stood beside Camille with the faintest smile on his lips.
Yet in the 3 years we had dated and the 2 years we had been married, he had never smiled in a single photo with me.
I enlarged the image without thinking.
The date beside the official seal showed they had gotten legally married 1 year earlier.
My body went rigid, and all the color drained from my face. My hand trembled around my coffee cup.
On the day they got legally married, I had been in the hospital, fighting for my life in childbirth.
Each contraction felt like a sledgehammer slamming into my spine. I shook uncontrollably from the pain.
The doctor said I was suffering a severe postpartum hemorrhage and handed me a form for a family member to sign.
Nathan told me he wa
