The Wife Who Bought Your Life
Language: en
A pristine, lace dress now hung in my closet. It was a jarring, almost offensive presence among my simple, worn clothes. I ran a hand over the soft fabric, a smile—one I hadn't realized was missing—spreading across my face. "Getting all romantic with the surprise birthday gifts, are we? After all these years, Alistair?" I was giddy. I excitedly slipped it on. I didn’t even glance in the mirror before I heard the front door open. I hurried out of the bedroom, laughing. "Honey, it’s a little snug, but I haven't taken the tag off! Can we exchange it for the next size up?" But Alistair wasn’t…