“Give it back,” I whispered, watching my sister-in-law slip my jade bracelet onto her wrist—the one my husband had given me on our wedding night

isn’t just jewelry,” I answered.

Ethan finally looked up, but not to defend me. “Claire, don’t start a scene. Madison’s only joking.”

That hurt more than Madison’s smirk ever could.

Because Ethan knew exactly what the bracelet meant. He placed it around my wrist the night we married, barefoot on the balcony of our tiny rented beach house in Cape May. continue reading …