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.

me stay with someone like you?”

Liam asleep against my chest. Monica by the door in a coat too expensive for our hallway.

“Monica, please,” I said. “Whatever this is, we can work it out.”

She looked at me like I had tracked mud across her floor.

“You can’t fix being you.”

She gave a short laugh.

“You’re broke. Look at yourself in the mirror. How could a continue reading …