About why I never attended events.
About our life.
Then, when the false wife he'd invented needed a body, he found one.
That was the betrayal.
Not the vampire costume. Not the cheek kiss.
Not even the ring.
It was discovering that my husband cared so much about impressing strangers that he had slowly replaced me in his stories before he replaced me in the room.
He understands that now. At least I think he does.
Last week, his company held its annual holiday dinner.
Spouses invited.
Daniel asked whether I wanted to go.
He didn't pressure me.
I said yes.
I wore a green dress.
Not corporate. Not glamorous.
Just mine.
When we walked in, Rachel saw us first.
Her face went bright red.
Then she laughed nervously.
"Okay. I know this is actually you."
I laughed too.
"How sure are you?"
"Extremely."
