DEBORAH'S POV
But looking at his face in the photo, I realized something that made my stomach twist with shame.
I didn't want to lose him to Imogen specifically.
If Elijah had left me for anyone else, maybe I could have handled it. Some random woman from his business circles. A younger colleague. Even an old girlfriend from college. But losing him to Imogen felt like proof that I had never mattered at all. That I'd been a placeholder, keeping his bed warm while he waited for the woman he actually wanted to come back to him.
It wasn't about love anymore. It was about not being erased. Not being forgotten like I was nothing more than an inconvenience in the great story of Elijah and Imogen Rossi.
