My Husband's Treacherous Game

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asey Bush, dressed in a white sundress that screamed of innocence she didn't possess, was directing two movers who were hauli

irped, pointing to a Louis Vuitton

Ansley, there you are. Don' t just stand there like a

Dollye, you' re too kind. But I' m fine. I don' t want to trouble Ansley." Sh

her chair with surprising strength. I noted the healthy color in her cheeks, the bright, alert clarity in her eyes. For two years, I h

d, her voice booming with newfound vitality. "I think all the res

y benefit, a cruel, delibe

Casey gushed, rushing to her sid

. Having you here has given me a new lease on life. Which is

n his hand. He flinched, a barely perceptible tightening of his shoulders. He didn't l

e said, his voice a low murmur.

I told you she was a sensible girl, u

ll, in that case, I' ll have the boys start taking

ce echoing in the cavernous space. I heard a loud thud from the se

amed photographs-the ones I had taken on our travels, the ones Holden had painstakingly arranged on

said, her voice dripping with fake remorse. "It

torn and scattered. A flicker of something-pain? regret?-crossed his face before it was quickly s

, tilting her head thoughtfully, "this wall would be perfect for that O' Ke

ang in the air, a deli

suite. Ou

"An excellent idea, Casey! It' s time for a change. Ansley, you can move your things t

This was the test.

ze. "Fine," I said, my voice eer

d, then confused.

r smile touching my lips. "Isn' t this wha

ook back. I could feel his eyes on me, full of a confusion he was too cowardly to voice. I began t

read. Seafood paella, shrimp scampi, crab cakes. Every single dish was something I was allergic to. A s

me, a smirk pla

y' s plate high with shrimp. "Try this

a cold, hard stone in my stomach. Seven years, and he

finally turning to me, his tone chiding.

d took a small bite of the plain white rice

with you tonight? You' ve be

den, Casey and I were talking. Now that my health is improving, and Casey

y fingers, clattering l

darting to me. For a mo

shouldn't rush Holden. He and Ansley are still... married." She said the wor

this family. We need to celebrate. Holden, you' ll wa

eyes pleading. Say some

ping him. I was do

"Mom, I think Ansley and

limsy defense, a

wife. They were waiting for me to cry, to scream, to m

ye' s triumphant face to Casey' s barely conce

serene smile that felt u

I said, my voice as smooth as glass.