Fragrance Cannot Hide Decay
Language: en
After gaining eighty pounds from severe hormone treatments, I became consumed by a suffocating insecurity. Yet my husband, Harry, a star cardiac surgeon, claimed he never cared. Every time he finished a major operation, he brought home a bottle of niche designer perfume for me. An entire wall glistening with fragile glass bottles became the single ray of light in my dull, dark existence. Until the day I dropped off lunch for him at the hospital and overheard him whispering to the new intern in the stairwell. His tone was impossibly gentle. "Being with you brings me a sense of peace and…