Convenient Marriage, Shattered Dreams

Convenient Marriage, Shattered Dreams

Gavin

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My plane landed smoothly, yet my heart churned with a nervous hope. I hadn' t told David I was coming, hoping to bridge the growing chasm in our two-year "convenient" marriage-a partnership built more on family connections than genuine affection. But as I watched David Hayes' s assistant, Sarah Jenkins, casually link arms with him at the airport, her "smooth and practiced" voice oozing familiarity, a cold dread began to set in. She looked like a model, not the efficient helper David had mentioned. Her eyes, bright and confident, scanned me from head to toe, making me feel like a specimen under a microscope, an intruder. "You have to be careful, Chloe. Men can get tired of the same old thing. It' s good you came to check up on him," she purred in the car, a thinly veiled warning coated in false sweetness. My husband, David, just gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and offered a weak, dismissive laugh. He didn't defend me; he managed the situation. That night, alone in his hotel suite, scrolling through a torrent of screenshots Sarah had mysteriously sent, my world shattered. "It' s a convenient marriage, Sarah. You know that. It' s not about passion." "You and me? We' re about everything else." The words, his words, tore through me like a physical blow. He had a whole vibrant life here-concerts, dinners, milestones-a life I was excluded from. My once protective, encouraging husband, the boy who called me pretty, was gone, replaced by a stranger who saw me as a "plain," "boring" obligation. The next day, during a forced shopping trip, he picked out a scarf for me. "Sarah has one just like it. She has amazing taste," he said. Then, he bought an identical one for her, right in front of me, using our "fresh start" as a cover for his infidelity. "People might compare," he fretted, not worried about me, but about what Sarah or his circle would think if we wore the same thing. My humiliation turned to ice. Then, Sarah appeared, melting into tears at the sight of the scarf, claiming they had picked it out. David, without a moment's hesitation, bolted after her, leaving me standing alone on a crowded street, holding the symbol of his betrayal. "He chose her," my mind screamed, the realization a stark, brutal clarity.

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My plane landed smoothly, yet my heart churned with a nervous hope.

I hadn' t told David I was coming, hoping to bridge the growing chasm in our two-year "convenient" marriage-a partnership built more on family connections than genuine affection.

But as I watched David Hayes' s assistant, Sarah Jenkins, casually link arms with him at the airport, her "smooth and practiced" voice oozing familiarity, a cold dread began to set in.

She looked like a model, not the efficient helper David had mentioned.

Her eyes, bright and confident, scanned me from head to toe, making me feel like a specimen under a microscope, an intruder.

"You have to be careful, Chloe. Men can get tired of the same old thing. It' s good you came to check up on him," she purred in the car, a thinly veiled warning coated in false sweetness.

My husband, David, just gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and offered a weak, dismissive laugh.

He didn't defend me; he managed the situation.

That night, alone in his hotel suite, scrolling through a torrent of screenshots Sarah had mysteriously sent, my world shattered.

"It' s a convenient marriage, Sarah. You know that. It' s not about passion."

"You and me? We' re about everything else."

The words, his words, tore through me like a physical blow.

He had a whole vibrant life here-concerts, dinners, milestones-a life I was excluded from.

My once protective, encouraging husband, the boy who called me pretty, was gone, replaced by a stranger who saw me as a "plain," "boring" obligation.

The next day, during a forced shopping trip, he picked out a scarf for me.

"Sarah has one just like it. She has amazing taste," he said.

Then, he bought an identical one for her, right in front of me, using our "fresh start" as a cover for his infidelity.

"People might compare," he fretted, not worried about me, but about what Sarah or his circle would think if we wore the same thing.

My humiliation turned to ice.

Then, Sarah appeared, melting into tears at the sight of the scarf, claiming they had picked it out.

David, without a moment's hesitation, bolted after her, leaving me standing alone on a crowded street, holding the symbol of his betrayal.

"He chose her," my mind screamed, the realization a stark, brutal clarity.

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