Margaret had built a hugely successful business alongside her late husband, and Daniel stood to inherit all of it. She had reason to be protective, but that didn’t make “the look” sting any less.
Still, even with Margaret lurking at the edges and his long chats with Lily, I believed Daniel and I were solid.
Then one afternoon, he packed a bag and said he was leaving me.
“What do you mean? We’ve been married for 20 years, Daniel…”
He packed a bag and said he was leaving me.
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“What do you mean? We’ve been married for 20 years, Daniel…”
He shrugged. “I met someone.”
Just like that. Standing in our bedroom, duffel bag on the bed, like he was about to leave for a weekend trip.
“Someone?”
Daniel sighed. “Listen, Claire. Our relationship has run its course. You stopped trying years ago. Do you even own anything that isn’t yoga pants or stained sweats?”
“I met someone.”
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I stared at him. “I’m raising eight kids, Daniel.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “The point remains. The woman I’m in love with always wants to look beautiful for me.”
Woman. That word landed funny, although I couldn’t pinpoint why.
“Who is she?”
Something shifted in his face. “That’s not important.”
I grabbed his elbow. “Daniel. Who is she? Is it someone I know?”
“The woman I’m in love with always wants to look beautiful for me.”
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