But Elliot clearly wasn't done with me. Seeing the defiance still burning in my expression, he let out a cold laugh.
"He called you a homewrecker, and he wasn't wrong."
Elliot walked up to me and leaned in close, his voice pitched low enough for only the two of us to hear. "After all, the one who isn't loved is always the other woman."
Then he turned around and took Gladys's hand, raising it high for everyone to see.
"This is my wife. The only woman I will never betray."
The crowd erupted in cheers. People gushed about what a stand-up guy Elliot Sanchez was, what a responsible man.
I watched the spectacle and felt nothing but bitter amusement. On the day we graduated college, Elliot had said those exact same words to me.
Imogen, you're the only woman I'll ever marry. I will never love anyone else as long as I live.
During the years between our first date and our wedding, I'd believed every syllable. He'd given me no reason not to. He was attentive, responsive, present for me and for our child.
Then Gladys Fox appeared, and all of it crumbled to dust.
But if he could fall in love with Gladys while married to me, what guarantee did Gladys have that he wouldn't do the same to her?