She glanced at the divorce papers.

“Think of it as our gift to you. You won’t have to decide between us after all.”

His chair scraped across the floor as he pushed it back.

“How could you do this to me?”

I almost laughed.

To him.

That was still how he saw it.

He turned toward Hannah.

“You came to my wife behind my back? And you planned this? In public? You wanted to humiliate me?”

“I wanted you to know that we both know.”

“You could have talked to me!”

Neither of us answered.

Ryan looked from one woman to the other, waiting for an argument, an apology, anything he could fight against.

He got nothing.

For once, Ryan was the only person at the table who had no idea what came next.

“You were right,” I said. “I needed to change.”

For one second, hope flickered in his eyes.