The Secret She Kept

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On the night of our fifth wedding anniversary, I sat alone at a window seat in Menton.

It’s a Michelin-starred French restaurant you have to book a month in advance. I even wore the vintage white silk dress Ethan loved―the same one I wore on our first date at Harvard Square eight years ago.

The clock struck nine as the waiter came over for the third time to ask if I was ready to order.

My phone finally buzzed.

"Board meeting's running late. Don't wait up."

I stared at the text, a bitter