I laughed.
“Don’t get too comfortable.”
He grinned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Then he kissed me, gently and without any audience to impress.
And for the first time since Kayla had arrived at our door, our kitchen felt entirely like ours again.
The coffee filters were still on the highest shelf.
The coffee was still terrible.
And Andrew was still the man I had married.
As for Kayla, she eventually learned that being wanted and being worthy were two entirely different things.
She didn’t need another woman’s husband to prove she was attractive.
She didn’t need to win a competition that existed only in her imagination.
And she certainly didn’t need to turn someone else’s marriage into an experiment just because her own had ended.
Sometimes, the most important lesson a person can learn after heartbreak is that another person’s love story doesn’t have to fall apart for yours to make sense.
