“im here”.She looked up, looking around. This specific section of the library tended to be relatively empty and didn’t see anyone who could be ...shley anywhere.“where?” she texted.“to your right.”She turned to her right, freezing with a jolt when she saw who was walking towards her.It was the guy who sat in front of her. Her pulse raced as she met his eyes and didn’t slow as he pulled out a chair next to her.Quickly overcoming her loss for words, Delia blurted out, “You’re Ashley?” Her face. At one point, I noticed my mom looking fromme to dad and back again. "What?" I asked her."If I didn't know better, I'd think you were his biological son. Yourchins even look the same." Oh really?" my dad asked."Look for yourself."We walked to the bathroom and looked at a mirror. I was flabbergasted.We did look extremely similar, right down to our chins."Huh," I grunted."What?" Mom asked."Nothing, it's just interesting." What I didn't tell them was that seeinghow much we looked alike made. I told our nanny what was going on and that I was going to Nashville to see Jane. She hasn’t called to check on the kids or me in a couple of days. It’s time to clear the air one way or another.Jane was staying at the Hyatt in Nashville. Since we weren’t married, they wouldn’t give me her room number. So, I waited in the lobby to catch her whenever she came down.I saw her. She was with a man. He was obviously older than me and I’m 51 and Jane is 42. I watched as they held hands and made their. Before long I had a promotion, glowing performance reviews, brilliant account balances, and no social life whatsoever. One of my managers told me I needed to lighten up, otherwise wouldn’t live to see 40. That seemed quite ironic when, three weeks later, he dropped dead with a massive heart attack on the golf course at the age of 46. About a week later I was told I had a new boss. Guess who? Strictly speaking Jenny was my boss’s boss, but he was sleeping his way to his pension so it was me who.