After I came home early and found my husband in ou…

“Not yet,” Jackson had replied. “I need to make sure she doesn’t take half of everything in the divorce when I break up with her.

Give me a few more weeks.”

I read that message three times before the words really sank into my brain. They were not just cheating on me. They were planning to ruin my life financially.

Then the doorbell rang. Lincoln was here. I walked down the stairs with trembling legs, clutching Jackson’s phone tightly as evidence.

Through the window, I could see Lincoln standing on my porch, his brow furrowed, visibly worried about the mysterious call. Lincoln was a good man—hard-working, devoted to his family, completely infatuated with Caroline. I had seen him with his children, carrying them when they got hurt, staying up at night when they were sick.