When my husband left me during

Two months later, Thatcher and my cousin Sloane—my father’s niece—announced their engagement.

They didn’t even have the decency to tell me about it privately.

They told me at my Aunt Denise’s backyard barbecue.

I only showed up because I refused to hide in my house forever.

Thatcher stood beside the much younger Sloane like he’d won some kind of prize. She held out her hand, flashing a diamond that looked way bigger than what was practical.