Steven laughed loudly, regaling his buddies with tales of his week-long resort fling with his mistress…

Her coworkers knew nothing either. Then Andrew noticed Steven’s behavior. His infidelity was blatant—he didn’t even hide it.

He bragged about his conquests in the break room, making the guys laugh or envy him. Andrew found it disgusting, the way Steven disrespected Sarah, taking her care and trust for granted, not valuing her beauty.

To Andrew, Sarah was stunning. He thought about her often, sometimes lingering at work just to see her. Sarah couldn’t believe this handsome, intelligent, kind man was saying these things.

She’d secretly admired him but never dreamed he could find her attractive. How could anyone think she was beautiful with her defect? “It’s a charming, unique feature,” Andrew said earnestly. “I often caught myself wanting to kiss those lips. But you were married, and I couldn’t.”

They sat, gazing into each other’s eyes, saying nothing more. No words were needed. Sarah had nineteen days left as Steven’s wife.

Nineteen long days until the divorce hearing. The next morning, Mike arrived, letting himself in with his key.

He headed to Sarah’s room, ready to give her his usual playful peck on the nose, but stopped short. Sarah wasn’t alone. She was asleep on a man’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around her tightly, protectively, even in sleep.

Mike quietly closed the door and went to the kitchen. He realized this was Andrew, the boss who’d called him yesterday, explaining everything while Sarah sobbed in the background.

Let them sleep. Mike had to find Steven and make good on his wedding-day promise—not literally, perhaps, but that jerk needed a lesson.

Mike left his suitcase in the kitchen and slipped out of the apartment.