My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret
allery. My breath caught. Michael. And with him, Jessica. She was leaning into him, whispering something in his ear, her hand resting possessively on his arm. He nodded, a small smile playing on hi
nd Michael was just amazing, pulling all those strings at the mayor's office to get me that audition for the
ael, pulling strings? For
ions, could help me get an informational interview at a major newspaper. He' d refused, citing "nepotism" and "m
iples for me, favors for Jessica. T
Jessica spotted me. "Sarah! There you are!" Her voice was bright, overly so. She
ers. "I was telling Michael how brave you are, throwing yourself back into work. It's so inspiring. Not everyon
r reliance on him, her supposed vulnerability, contrasting it with my "
de. "Michael is always so helpful. Especially to you. It's touching, his dedic
st saying she admires you. And I helped her with an audition because she's family, and frankly, after everyt
rtive, petty. While he justified his blata
esignation. What was the point? He would never see it. He was coco
r was heavy, strained. He kept glancing at me, as if expecting me to say somethi
a dress bag from a high-end boutique. "This is... for you." He handed it to me, his expression awkward. "T
ever clumsy. A flicker of something – hope? – stirred, t
beautiful dress, elegant, sophisticated. My style
d," he said. And then, ruining the moment entirely, "Jessi
oment meant for us, she was there, the in
dwork in Havenwood doesn't exactly call for evening gowns." I took it off and carefully folded it back i
lated. "Right
on using. He looked younger, almost vulnerable in sleep. I remembered a time when I'd longed for him to hold me, to bridge the
something, then rolled over, his back to me. He attempted intimacy later, a clumsy, h
voice raw with frustration. "Ever since the acci
't conform to his expectati
ed to use when I' d sacrifice my needs for his, for their
as no point explaining. He wouldn't understand. He couldn'