Summary
The room buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses at the company’s Thanksgiving dinner. Amid the festivities, my husband, Ethan Lewis, and his precious childhood sweetheart, Lily Evans, were the center of attention.
They were playing a ridiculous game-passing a piece of paper between their lips without letting it fall.
When it was their turn, I plastered on a smile and cheered them on, my voice cutting through the crowd. Laughter then erupted around me. It was the kind of laughter that stung, meant to mock, not amuse.
Lily, ever the damsel, blinked back tears, hiding behind Ethan like a fragile flower.
His arm wrapped protectively around her, and when his eyes locked on me, they burned with cold fury.
“Stella, can’t you be more considerate for once?” His voice was sharp, meant for the crowd as much as it was for me. “Not everything is about you.”
A year ago, I might have fought back, but tonight, I felt nothing. Eight years of marriage had drained me, leaving behind a hollow ache. Without a word, I turned on my heel and left.
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