Withdrawal Symptoms
Language: en
At eighteen, I walked in on Ned fastening a scholarship girl’s bra strap. The young man looked incredibly solemn, his clumsy fingers fumbling with the clasp in a hesitant, awkward rhythm. At twenty-six, following family arrangements, I married Ned. But everyone in our elite circle knew he kept a portrait of that scholarship girl locked away in his study. In our third year of marriage, I asked for a divorce. He was silent for a long time before signing the agreement. "If you ever need help in the future, just ask." Later, I walked into a gala on the arm of my new law firm partner. My…