Kate shook her head. “No. As angry as I am about what he did, I’m not out to ruin his life.”

Blaire didn’t know whether she agreed with that decision. Those stalker types took any kindness as an encouragement. “Maybe you should get a restraining order.”

“Simon wanted to, but I said no. But he did tell Gordon that if he comes anywhere near me ever again, he would. It’s not a priority right now, seeing as how I’m practically a prisoner in my own home.”

Blaire pulled up Sabrina’s Facebook page. “Here, look.” She pointed to the photos. “Half of them are her with Simon. You haven’t ever looked at this?”

“No. I guess I’m the only person under forty who doesn’t do Facebook. Selby set up an account for me a few years ago, but I just don’t have the time or inclination. It all seems so pointless.” She turned her attention to Sabrina’s photos. As she flipped through picture after picture, she seemed mesmerized, her face growing paler and paler as she studied each one. She came to one of Simon and Sabrina standing against the railing of a boat, the sky dark behind them. There were party lights strung up and other people near them milling about with drinks in their hands. Sabina’s smile was megawatt, and next to the photo was the caption “AIA Conference on Architecture: Emerging Professionals Party Cruise.”

“Son of a bitch!” Kate blurted.

Blaire was taken aback. Kate never cursed.

Kate looked through the photos once again. “Look at these,” she said in disgust. “You would think they were a couple.”

“Were you there when any of these were taken?”

“Some. Not many, though. Definitely not the conferences. He’s very conveniently made no mention of Sabrina attending any work-related functions.” She slammed the computer shut and looked at Blaire. “What else is he lying about? I can’t trust anything he tells me. He was so angry with Gordon. Probably all an act to make it look like he’s worried about me.”

“Do you think something is going on between them?”

“I don’t know. Before Sabrina came around, I would never have believed he’d cheat. But things are different now. I’m starting to doubt everything. All those years ago, when Mother and I fought about making him sign a prenup . . . I wonder if she saw something in him that I didn’t. He’s never in all the years we’ve been together given me any reason to believe he married me for money. But lately . . . I don’t know. . . . Some of the things he’s said . . .” She looked at the floor.

“Like what?” Blaire asked, thinking back to what Gordon had told her about Simon’s firm’s financial problems.