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'