The Dull Wife's Masterpiece

in my stomach with every folded t-shirt, every pair of socks. He hummed as he

the word tasting l

ushing me at every turn. The way he used to look at me, like I was the only woman in the world. The late-night talks,

a lie? Or had he

Was that how he saw me now? St

it in anymore.

up?" Her voic

talk to you."

s wrong? You

. The Venmo transactions. Sophia. The Instagr

ed. Then, she exploded. "That absolute bastard! I'

aid, though her anger

ting on you! Openly! Brazenl

t," I whispered.

to protect yourself. First thing tomorrow, you're calling a

he words hung in the

a deep breath. "Okay, L

ty through the pain. He thought I was dull. He was