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The candle on the table trembled as the restaurant door opened, letting in a draft that seemed to freeze the air in my lungs. There he was—Carter, my husband, the man who’d texted that he was stuck at the office tonight. He wasn’t alone. A woman with a confident, intimate smile walked beside him, her hand curled around his arm. It was Sophie. And I was sitting here, alone, on what was supposed to be our celebration.