My husband bu.rned my only decent dress so I couldn’t attend his promotion party.
“You’d embarrass me anyway,” he had said, almost casually. “It’s better this way.”
There are moments when something inside you doesn’t shatter—it settles.
Quietly.
Permanently.
That was one of them.
Back in the ballroom, he laughed easily, his arm wrapped around another woman like the space beside him had always belonged to someone else.
He didn’t glance toward the door.
He didn’t wonder where I was.
Why would he?
As far as he was concerned, I wasn’t coming.
