Emma's heart clenched. They were sharing a cottage, a large house, really, with Dex. She paused. Could she do this?
“Come on. Let's unpack," Lucien said, oblivious to the turmoil she was experiencing.
She'd never told him about Dex and she was glad she hadn't. There were no late-night soul-baring talks in their early marriage. Lucien didn't seem to care about Emma's past. She didn't know who he dated before marrying her either. She'd never thought about how odd that was until now.
She climbed out and followed Lucien to the back of the truck, keeping her gaze off of Dex's vehicle. The scent of him called to her. Or maybe it mocked her. The universe reminding her what might have been if she'd been a stronger person.
Lucien handed her a suitcase. She took it then followed him into the
