Blinded By His Betrayal

ance. The house, once my sanctuary, now felt like a beautifully decorated prison, and I was its primary inmate, playing

hovered, his touch gentle, his words so

t that for

n the stai

I caught the flicker of annoyance in his eyes when I asked for something that interrupted what he was doing.

fident audience. He believed so fully in

hing against walls and furniture. I learned to keep my gaze unfocused, directed toward the sound of a person' s voice, never dir

ld come over, her voice dripping with syrupy s

hand resting on my arm in a gesture of fake comfo

henever he was in the room, a shared, secret glance that lasted only a second. I watch

as a comfort. "I keep telling him he needs to take care of himself too.

ear. I' m taking care

e brought over a

l describe the pictures to you. The new fall collections are just divine. It' s a

er of the world I was now excluded from. A wor

k of placid gratitude. "That' s s

I knew everything, was a physical force. I could feel my hands clenching into fists under t

legal documents. Louis was expecting me in Paris. Every day I spe

uldn't wear and the glamorous parties I couldn't attend. I let her

believe sh

ew something

be permanent. And the best performances alwa