At our anniversary dinner, my wife left me alone beneath the chandeliers to take her former girlfriend down to the shore. Celeste Vale had told the entire town of Bellwether that I was the only person she had ever chosen, and I had believed her long enough to build a life around the promise. Now Sloane Hart was back in Celeste's world, carrying a key to the private cottages and a place at the table where the future of Vale Point would be decided. I could protect the land, or protect the marriage I still wanted to save. But the choice that mattered most wasn't whether Celeste had broken her promise. It was whether she would ever choose me when choosing me cost her something.