Better Alone Than Almost Loved

While shopping with my best friend, I spot Callum Lawson, my beloved husband, buying the haute couture gown I reserved weeks ago. That night, his secretary struts in wearing it. I don’t throw a tantrum. I smile, then buy every last one of those gowns from every Chanel boutique in the city. The next day, I shove all of those gowns right under his nose.