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Chapters (47)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Part One
  4. From the Website of Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds
  5. Chapter 1The Call
  6. Chapter 2The Call
  7. Chapter 3The Reveal
  8. Chapter 4The Reveal
  9. Chapter 5The Media Play
  10. Chapter 6The Dinner
  11. Chapter 7The Dinner
  12. Chapter 8The Cab Ride
  13. Chapter 9The Dress
  14. Chapter 10The Beginnings of the Middle
  15. Chapter 11The Dress
  16. Chapter 12The Favor
  17. Chapter 13The Engagement Party
  18. Chapter 14The Engagement Party
  19. Chapter 15The Visit Prep
  20. Chapter 16The Appalling Call
  21. Chapter 17Paltrowed
  22. Chapter 18Venue Hunting
  23. Chapter 19The Miracle of La Mariposa
  24. Chapter 20The Call-Off Call
  25. Chapter 21The Blow-Off Call
  26. Chapter 22The Conversation
  27. Chapter 23The Strategy
  28. Chapter 24The Parting
  29. Chapter 25The Pickup
  30. Chapter 26Cards on the Table
  31. Part TwoFall
  32. Chapter 27The One that Got Away
  33. Chapter 28Operation Butterfly
  34. Chapter 29Dinner with Timmo
  35. Chapter 30The Scheme
  36. Chapter 31The Scheme
  37. Part ThreeWinter
  38. Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds . . .
  39. Chapter 32The Arrivals
  40. Chapter 33The Mothers’ Tea
  41. Chapter 34The Rehearsal Dinner
  42. Chapter 35The Day Of
  43. Wedding of the Year
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by Lian Dolan
  47. About the Publisher

Abigail laughed. She did enjoy his stuffy sense of humor, even after all these years. And his command of language. He may not have been the financial superstar spouse that other women possessed, but his manners and charm occasionally won the day.

Her time in California had convinced her of one thing: She had to come clean with George about everything, from her fear about their financial future to the truth about her gig at the senior center, a job that she discovered she loved once she was away from it for a few days. After watching how the Widows connected with one another and how quickly Sarah and Lloyd had bonded, Abigail was inspired to be more open in her relationships. Full disclosure was her new personal motto. Tiny resentments had compounded to create major stumbling blocks in Abigail’s life. But no more! She wanted to make their next few decades a model marriage and vowed to recommit to her George. Balding, bridge-playing George. Maybe she’d even reintroduce the scented candles.

Staring at him now, she even felt a touch of warmth throughout her whole body. How could that be? Spontaneous desire rarely made an appearance these days. Maybe the wine on the plane, she thought. She hoped Sarah would head straight to bed with her heartache and headphones. Maybe she and George could do the same minus the heartache. “Apology accepted.” She gave his thigh a light squeeze while tossing him her sauciest look. He took his eyes off the road for a few seconds to take her in with enthusiasm.

All of a sudden, Alexa popped into her head. Strong, lonely Alexa. Abigail knew in that instant that she wouldn’t trade George for all the independence in the world. (If there was such a metric.) She couldn’t imagine navigating the last third of her time on this earth on her own, and she certainly didn’t want to face her remaining days as a singleton. He wasn’t perfect, but he was hers. She thought back to the conversation she’d had with Alexa in Ming’s living room about schedules and obligations. Sure, she loved it when George went away, but she should have added that she loved when he came home. Or, in this case, when she came home. They might not have known the essence of each other when they married, but they did now.