The Secret Life She Hid

f Sarah' s perfume and fresh coffee, a familiar combination that now turned his stomach. She was in the kitchen, humming a

ith a bright, false smile. "I was ge

alls from her. He had ignored every one.

stood rigid, a statue of a husband. "I'm so sorry about the trip, baby," she murmured in

wave of nausea. He gently pushed her awa

y in her eyes at his coldness. But she recovered quickly

and his eyes hollow. He remembered two years ago when his father passed away. Sarah had been his rock. She held him while he cried, she handled the funeral arrangements, she cooked for him when he couldn't eat. She had been so tend

attention on him. She started talking about the future, about a new hou

bout kids," she said, her voice filled with a fake, dreamy qua

collection, a legitimate one to show off to the world while her other two remained a dirty little s

member. It was an obligation he couldn't escape. He stood by her side in his tuxedo, a perfect prop f

ess," an elderly woman told them, patti

e's my everything," she said, looking at

s from other men, envious of him for having such a beautiful, successful wife. He saw the admiring looks from other women, directed at Sarah's perfect fa

ith a name: "David." Ethan' s eyes locked onto it. Sarah saw him looking

uickly, her voice a little too high. "

ssed into the phone, her voice a low, angry whisper. "I told you not to c

n, her smile strained. "Sorry about

screen in her hand, yet she continued to deny it, to build the wall of her deception even higher. He followed her out of the gala, t