Instead, I wiped the rain and the tears from my face with the back of my hand.

Because Ethan, in his careless cruelty, had forgotten one extremely important detail.

Chapter 4 — What He Forgot

He had forgotten who I was before I was his wife.

Before I became Ethan’s wife, before I became this baby’s mother, before I became the woman his family had spent two years teaching themselves to see as an inconvenience, a source of drama, a guest who had gotten above her station — I had been a real estate attorney.

A good one.