22 August 2026

In the middle of dinner, my husband laughed and told our friends that no one else wanted me, so he married me out of pity.

His phone buzzed again. Then again.

He looked at me for the first time since I had returned from the restroom.

That was when he knew.

Because I looked calm.

Not hurt. Not begging. Not embarrassed. Calm.

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