Madeline felt the world collapse beneath her.
On the main sofa, her mother-in-law, Noelle, was feeding three-milk cake to another little boy. He was chubby, clean, dressed in a linen shirt, and happily called Noelle “Grandma.”
Beside them sat Jeffrey, Madeline's husband, staring at his phone. Leaning comfortably against his shoulder was a young woman in a fitted dress with a smug smile.
Madeline recognized her immediately.
Cynthia.
The secretary Jeffrey had hired shortly before Madeline left for London.
Cynthia glanced at the child on the floor and laughed quietly.
“Look, Jeffrey. Your little animal is putting on another show.”