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available space. “No, something much better than carrots.” She tried to remember the contents of the grocery sacks piled in the cargo area. “Cheerios.”
    “Don’t want Cheerios,” Hannah said.
    “How about a granola bar?” Ellie offered as she piloted the SUV into the now-vacant parking spot.
    “No.” Hannah’s little feet thrummed against the back of the driver’s seat again. “I hate granola.”
    Ordinarily, Ellie would have quelled this brattiness with a firm hand and a lecture series on good manners. But right now…
    “Hey, what about chocolate chips? I know you like chocolate chips.”
    Hannah squealed at her incredible good fortune. Ellie rolled down the back windows a few inches and turned off the ignition, then raced around to unearth the bright yellow bag of chocolate and a juice box.
    “Here you go, honey.” She ripped open the plastic with her teeth and thrust the bag at her daughter. “Mommy will be right back. Just stay put for a minute.”
    Hannah glanced down at the web of car seat straps rendering her immobile and nodded. “’Kay.” She plunged her hand into the chocolate chips and crammed a fistful into her mouth.
    Ellie hit the “lock” button on her automated key fob and raced over to peer through the café’s plate-glass window. She cupped her hands above her eyes and squinted to see past the glare of the afternoon sun.
    Busted.
    Her perfect, polished husband sat in the back corner booth. As she watched, he flashed his dimpled grin and reached across the table to refill the wineglass of a woman whose face Ellie couldn’t see.
    But still. A quick glimpse of silhouette was sufficient to ascertain that his companion had the body of a lingerie model and long, dark hair straight out of a shampoo commercial.
    Michael tilted his head and nodded as he hung on to his dining companion’s every word. That focus, that intensity, had always been his forte. He had the power to block out the rest of the world and make you feel like you were the only person who mattered. He used to do that with Ellie, back when they were first dating.
    Ellie had thought that she could never feel any more heartbroken and alone than she had last night in the tub. But as she watched her husband in the act of betrayal, she realized that last night had provided only a tiny taste of the bitterness churning up inside her.
    “Mommy?” Hannah called from inside the car. “Whatcha doin’?”
    “I’m…” Her hands dropped to her side and she realized she was still clutching the juice box. “I’m just looking, baby.”
    “At what? I wanna see.”
    “Eat your snack, Hannah.” This was real. This was happening. Her family was imploding right before her eyes.
    And she was just standing here. Gaping. Accepting it like the good little girl she’d always been. Surely these circumstances called for extreme measures: yelling, smashing things, throwing one’s wedding band through the sewer grates. Jen would march right in and slap the cheating weasel. Mara probably would have set the red convertible on fire by now. She had to shake off this paralysis and
take action.
    Slowly and deliberately, Ellie punctured the juice box’s foil seal with the thin green straw and drizzled apple juice all over VIX MD’s buttery black leather car interior.
    “That’s what you get for leaving the top down,” she murmured as the car alarm started shrieking.
    “Mommy! Make it stop!” Hannah covered her ears with chocolate-smeared fingers.
    “It’s all right, sweetie, we’re leaving now.” Ellie climbed back into the car with a savage little smile. She’d finally gotten Michael’s full attention. He stood frozen in the restaurant’s doorway, staring out at her with a mixture of shock and horror.
    Then Ellie got a good look at Vixen_MD and stopped smiling. The willowy brunette standing next to Michael could only be described as stunning. She had long, shapely legs and full, pouty lips and she didn’t look the least bit