My Ex-Husband's Unforgivable Sin

It was our restaurant' s 5th anniversary of its first Michelin star, a night my husband Andrew and I always celebrated.

I was pregnant with our first child, a dream we had talked about since college.

But Andrew wasn't here; he was in San Francisco for an "emergency board meeting."

So, I decided to surprise him at his downtown office, box of his favorite cronuts in hand, with our Golden Retriever, Buddy.

The smile I prepared died on my face the moment I pushed open his office door.

Andrew wasn't alone.

He was entangled with his junior partner, Molly Johns, on his expensive mahogany desk.