Chapter 20
I certainly didn't set out to wreck my daughter's marriage, but the look of pure loathing she sent Dante’s way when the words “Joanna Barnhorst” passed over my lips will be tattooed on my brain forever.
Emily tossed the picture she was holding across the table at her husband. “So this is your former girlfriend,” she sneered. “I always wondered what she looked like.”
Dante turned the photograph face down without even looking at it. “She means nothing to me, Emily. After seven years of marriage and three beautiful children, surely you know that”
“I once had three children,” Emily whispered in a long, long ago and faraway tone of voice, as if she were reading the first line of a Victorian novel.
Across the table from his wife, Dante paled.
“If she means so little to you, darl
