From our wedding day onward, I had never once removed that ring.
Now the ring sat abandoned, a silent accusation.
Weston's heart plummeted. His fingers trembled as he stabbed at his phone. The dial tone trilled once, then twice.
"Tear this city apart if you have to!" he roared. "Just find my wife!"
Hadley arrived breathless from the hospital, and she smothered her gleam of satisfaction with feigned worry.
"How could she vanish?" she asked. "Do not overreact. She is probably just blowing off steam. She will come crawling back soon."
But Weston knew the truth. I was not returning, not if I had pieced everything together.
Eight years of shared history and three as husband and wife meant he could read me as I could read him. One truth screamed in his skull: if I had discovered his affai
