Kate leaned over the sink, her breath coming in short bursts. The face staring back at her in the mirror was one she didn't want to see—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, eyeliner smudged just enough to hint at vulnerability. She ran a hand across her forehead and grimaced.

"Asshole," she hissed, not even thinking. "Parading his lover around like some damn trophy…"

She let out a bitter laugh. No humor. Just heat and hurt. Then came the self-scolding.

"No, no, no… that's not your problem. You don't care. You don't care, Kate."

She lifted a finger like she was about to lecture herself.

"Of course not… because you're strong. Independent. A lawyer. With an ex who has no clue what happened… and a husband who doesn't even belong to you…" she whispered, swaying slightly on her feet.

Gripping the edge of the sink, she reached for the thin chain tucked beneath her dress. Her fingers found it instantly—the ring. Cold, small, and shining like a damn ghost. She held it between her fingers, s