Chapter 23: A Woman's Instincts
Lauren
The day I discovered Reese had been cheating on me didn’t arrive with the kind of warning signs people always talk about when they describe betrayal.
There were no suspicious phone calls he tried to hide, no lipstick stains on his collars, no late nights that required flimsy excuses, none of the classic signals that make a woman’s instincts start screaming that something is wrong.
Reese had been exactly the same as he always was—calm, composed, distant in that maddeningly controlled way of his that made him seem untouchable. If anything, the absence of warning made it worse, because when the truth finally appeared it didn’t creep in quietly.
It detonated right in the middle of my life, in front of strangers, in front of witnesses, in front of
