I heard my iPhone beep, and a small envelope icon caught my eye in the notification bar. My heart sank as I picked up the device, revealing my ex-husband's face on the screen. Without even opening the message, I sensed it was bad news. It was one of those days when everything that could go wrong did. Waking up late, wrangling my rebellious teenage sons, and spilling coffee on my pristine white blouse just as I was about t...

Entering our kitchen, I found my wife, Andrea and her boss, Danielle, leaning against the worktop, giggling thick as thieves. "Hi, darling," Andrea said enthusiastically. "Hello, Adam, how are you?" was Danielle's somewhat cooler greeting. I cursed to whichever deity was listening because, after a hard day's work building roofs at twenty-five-plus degrees, my hair was squashed flat from the safety helmet, and my face and...

The rhythmic click of heels approaching the reception area drew my attention away from the dog-eared "Good Housekeeping" magazine in my hands. The salon was empty of other clients, and I'd just exchanged goodbyes with the young receptionist. If everything had gone as planned, that meant there could only be one person left—the reason I'd come back here in the first place. And there she was—Cheryl King. She looked radiant,...