Margaret had built an enormously successful company with her late husband, and Daniel was expected to inherit everything someday. She had reason to be protective, but that didn’t make “the look” hurt any less.
Still, even with Margaret watching from the sidelines and Daniel’s long conversations with Lily, I believed our marriage was strong.
Then one afternoon, he packed a bag and told me he was leaving.
“What do you mean? We’ve been married for 20 years, Daniel…”
“What do you mean? We’ve been married for 20 years, Daniel…”
He shrugged. “I met someone.”
Just like that. Standing in our bedroom with a duffel bag on the bed, like he was heading out for a weekend trip.
“Someone?”
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