She sucks in a breath, nodding. “Good. Now tell me everything.” “Paul bought two tickets to Paris at the beginning of the month. It was supposed to be a romantic getaway. A reset button . . .” She hesitates, not wanting to unravel too much. “A chance for some one-on-one quality time.” At the word Paris, the full weight of the betrayal crashes into me. Grace went with Paul to the most romantic city in the world. Alone. It doesn’t take a genius to know they intended on enjoying more than the local pastries and champagne. I nod encouragingly. “And?” “I told him I couldn’t come. I’d just landed my
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