My Husband, My Enemy

him, the full force of his public persona. He wept at my bedside, his handsome face lined with

for the nurses and doctors to hear. "Who did this t

ion. "You two are so in love," one s

man who had loved this man was dead, killed in the trunk of a car and bled

The tech visionary. The philanthropist. It was all an act. A meticulously craft

sary. The day he had asked me to be his wife, five years ago. H

king my knuckles in a gesture that once meant comfort. Now, it was just another part

w furrowed in concern.

" I said, m

said, jumping to solve t

cker of annoyance crossed his face. He tried to hide it, but I saw it. H

ho it was. Kayleigh. His wild, obsessive

ay the part I had played for five year

. "It's okay. You shoul

illed with a manufactured c

The nurses are here. You

n love and duty. Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I'll be back as soon as

ut what he was really doing was

felt nothing. Just a vast, empty expanse where my heart used to be. The love, the tr

telling them I needed to rest. I sent the nurse

adrift, a ghost in my own life. Then, with a clarit

the kind police officer had

number Casey