The Day He Lost Everything
versary dinner. Candles, his
ate client meeting. Might ru
were so c
and anesthesia surrounded me
nce, I saw it. Ethan' s dark blue sedan.
wasn't with a client.
anted the seed of suspicion. Now,
v. And their old college fr
e. I' d always felt like an outsider, the one who "stol
divorced, with h
an from his "real friends." The one who worried about his health, his
ohol clung to him, and underneath it, Liv' s perfume. It was
uch, my ankle propp
it was clumsy. "Hey, you're sti
out my day, abou
at me, a flicker of annoyance in hi
ritual. I always left
id, his voice slurred slightly.
. Utterly, compl
ght in my thr
. The man I married
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