The Portrait in His Study
Language: en
When I was 18, I accidentally saw Caleb Vance helping a poor girl clasp her bra. His expression was solemn, his movements clumsy and shy. At 26, following my family's arrangement, I married Caleb. But everyone in our high-society circle knew he kept a portrait of that poor girl locked in his study. Three years into our marriage, I asked for a divorce. He was silent for a long time before signing the papers. "If you ever need help, just ask." Later, I attended a gala on the arm of a law firm partner. Friends teased us: "Back in the debate club, you two were at each other's throats.…