PART 1: THE EMPTY SEAT

On my wedding day, my husband’s ex showed up at our bridal car and said, ‘Let me ride with you.’ He answered, ‘Laurel, just shift over a little so she can fit.’ I stepped out of the bridal car in my wedding gown and went back to my parents’ house.
The second my husband’s ex-girlfriend pulled open our bridal car door, I felt my marriage was finished. When my new husband told me to move over so she could sit next to him, I knew he had made the costliest mistake of his life.
“Let me ride with you,” Vanessa said, smiling as though she belonged there.
My husband, Ethan Caldwell, answered without a moment’s pause.
“Laurel, just shift over a little so she can fit.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
My wedding gown had cost $12,000. My parents had spent months planning our beautiful garden wedding, and two hundred guests were waiting at the reception.
And still my husband expected me to make room for his ex-girlfriend.
“Excuse me?” I whispered.
Ethan sighed. “Don’t start embarrassing me. Vanessa’s car broke down. It’s a fifteen-minute ride.”
Vanessa leaned against the open door, her red silk dress standing out sharply against my white gown.
“Seriously, Laurel. Don’t be insecure. Ethan and I have known each other forever.”
I turned to Ethan, hoping he would stand up for me.
Instead, he rolled his eyes.
“You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”
Something inside me went completely still.
“You’re right,” I said quietly.
I gathered up my gown, climbed out of the limousine, and closed the door.
Ethan lowered his window.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He laughed. “Laurel, stop being dramatic.”
I started back toward my parents’ house, where our ceremony had been held.
Behind me, Vanessa giggled.
“She’ll come back. Girls like her always do.”
I kept walking.
Ethan never realized that my family’s business had paid for the elegant reception venue, the luxurious limousine, and the extravagant honeymoon.
More importantly, he had no idea I held majority ownership of the company where he had recently become chief operating officer.
My father had founded Whitmore Development, but he had handed controlling ownership to me three years earlier.
Ethan assumed Dad still made every major decision.
I had never corrected him.
When I walked through the door, my mother gasped.
“Laurel? Sweetheart, what happened?”
I removed my veil and laid it on the kitchen counter.
“Mom, please call our attorney.”
My father appeared in the doorway.
“What’s wrong?”
I looked down at my wedding ring.
“Ethan just chose his ex-girlfriend.”
Then I slid it off.
“And tomorrow, he’s going to discover exactly what that choice cost him.”
