Blinded By Her Betrayal

d for me to be around people. I knew it was just another stage for their performance. We went to h

ace a mask of practiced sympathy. She hugge

tting my arm. "We've all been so worried. But

whiskey by the fireplace. He gave me a sombe

mother chattered away about wedding plans, their voices bright and cheerful, while Mark watched them, a proprietary smirk pla

ion eventuall

an in his prime, a talented architect, and now..." She let the s

ock concern. "Well, at least you won't have to look at the garish wa

e was so cruel, so blatant in its contempt,

o sharp. She quickly tried to smooth it over, forcing a

after a moment, a small, complicit smile touched her lips. She was annoyed

ers. I kept my voice even

e last thing I remember seeing clearly was your face. You were we

er smile faltered. She and Mark had been together on our firs

memory is such a blur from that day. I was so s

ed that dress. She knew exac

ow is the future! Chloe, have you decided on the caterer? I know a wonderful service

aste." She directed a warm smile at Mark, who preened under the attention. She was trying to placate me with ta

atching a play where I was the only one in the audience who knew the actors were frauds. Their lies, their fake sympathy, their secret, smug glances-it was all so transparent to m