Zoe's voice was so loud that everyone in the shop instantly turned to look.
Florence Sherman looked down, her gaze landing on the couple in the crowd.
Grace Winslow, standing beside her, looked over as well.
Gregory Thorne was in his early forties, with a receding hairline and what was clearly a beer belly, likely from years of business dinners. By any measure, he was not a man worth pining for.
The woman next to him looked to be in her early twenties. She was slender, with a slight belly bump that suggested she was three or four months pregnant. At the moment, her face was twisted in a mask of rage.
Grace couldn't help her curiosity. "Florence, is that the man you couldn't stop thinking about?"
"Not anymore," Florence Sherman said, shaking her head.
Before, she couldn't accept it. She'd always felt that a couple who had been together since they were young, married for twenty years, shouldn't have ended up like this.
