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Six weeks after surgeons put my shattered shoulder back together with metal plates and screws, my fiancé stood in our bedroom packing an overnight bag. He wasn’t leaving because of an emergency. He was getting dressed for a party with another woman, and when I asked him to stay, he looked at me as though I were the problem.
Chapter 2 Natalie arrived half an hour later carrying takeout from my favorite Italian restaurant. When Michael explained what had happened, she set the food on the kitchen table and...