The safe

I smacked my hand into my forehead, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Shawn chuckled again, the sound so deep that I found myself swallowing down the way it made me feel. But more importantly, who it reminded me of.

James’ face was at the forefront of my mind. The way he’d laughed our last night together. So carefree and unforced. I’d chipped away at the mask he’d been wearing for years, only to find this gem of a man underneath.

The James Wood that he wanted me to believe he was, was cold, harsh, and manipulative. The man that I’d seen that night was soft, funny, and charismatic. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder which man is the true James Wood.

Maybe the man from that night was the lie, and he’d simply been pretending in hopes that he’d still find a way to get me to stay.

But then I remember everything that he told me. The way he’d trusted me with information that would likely ruin his life if it got out.

Would anyone even believe me if I’d said my ex-husband was a werew