My ex abandoned me and our son for a wealthy man—ten years later, she invited me to her wedding, so I hired an actress to pose as my wife.

But I was back in that hallway ten years ago, holding a baby while Monica looked at me like I was dirt she had stepped in.

Then Susan took my hand.

She did it gently, but there was nothing uncertain about it.

And suddenly I knew Susan knew more than she had said.

“Actually,” she said, smiling at Monica, “I’ve always found reliability attractive.”

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