The Wife He Thought He Broke

d on the armchair, her face pale, her eyes fixed on me with a look of utter betrayal. My husband, Mark, stood by the mantelpiece, his arms crossed

th, my hands resti

my voice even and cool. "The brow

ence sh

you lost your mind? That house is for Lily! It' s her ticket into the performing

I replied, not

a path down her cheek. "But... Mom, you promised. The auditio

e wavered. I could feel the sharp edge of her pain, but I

.. moderate. The brownstone is a seven-figure asset. It' s a waste to use a prime piece of

shocking. I saw the confusion and hurt bloom on Lily

e table. The cups rattled. "Potential? He' s five years old! Lily is your daughter!

t' s just calm down and think about this. You' re stressed from work. You can' t seriously mean you' re giv

me, Mark. My mind is made up. Emily an

oom e

"Emily has a husband! They have a perfectly fi

father added, his face flushed with anger. "She

' t care about Lily' s schooling anymore. If she' s good enough, she' ll get i

me like a judgment. The condemnation from my family was a physical force, pre