Seven Days to a Kiss

My husband, Ethan, and I had a simple rule for our five-year marriage: we could have affairs, but our mansion was off-limits. It was our only sanctuary.

Then, on my birthday, he broke it.

He walked in with a girl named Tara, who looked disturbingly like my deceased sister, Gabrielle. Without even looking at me, Ethan' s voice cut through the air: "Jocelyn, I want a divorce. I' m going to be with her."

A strange calm settled over me.

I should have felt the familiar sting of betrayal, but I felt nothing.