After i gave birth to triplets, my husband stopped looking at me because of the weight i'd gained carrying them. He slid divorce papers across the table on our anniversary and told me to get out. Then he married my best friend. I simply wiped my tears. By midnight...

Synopsis

“Sign them, Claire. Consider it my anniversary gift to myself.” Daniel slid the divorce papers across the restaurant table while a violinist played the song from our wedding. I was six months postpartum, still carrying the softness left by three babies who had shared my body, and the dress I had forced myself into pulled tightly at my waist. Daniel’s eyes…