Then underneath that:
Come alone. I think that would be best for everyone.
My smile disappeared.
There it was.
The real invitation.
Not forgiveness.
Not closure.
Not maturity.
A performance.
Mason wanted an audience for his victory.
And apparently, I had been assigned the front row.
Mason and I had been married for seven years.
For the first four, I genuinely thought we were happy.
Then his consulting career took off.
Suddenly he was traveling constantly, buying suits that cost more than our first apartment’s rent, and speaking about marriage like it was another business investment he was evaluating.
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