For six days, I wore the mask of a wife who knew absolutely nothing. Marriage
It was the most difficult role I had ever played.
Not the divorce. Not the courtroom. Not even watching Carter’s mother break down when she discovered her perfect son had deceived everyone around him. No, the hardest part was sharing a dinner table with him each evening while he spread butter across his bread and lied to me as effortlessly as someone placing a coffee order.
He told me he was traveling to Denver for a business conference.
“Three days,” he said Wednesday night, slowly stirring cream into his soup. “Maybe four if the investor meetings take longer than expected.”
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