"Happy anniversary,” I whispered to myself as i adjusted my lipstick in the mirror. I stood in front of the grand floor-length mirror in the master bedroom, my silk dress hugging my curves like second skin. My makeup was flawless, my smile effortless, at least, in public. Three years of red carpets had taught me how to fake perfect. I glanced at the clock. 10:43 p.m.My husband still wasn’t home. Not like he hasn't come home this late before. With a sigh, I slipped off her heels, walking barefoot across the marble floor to the balcony. The city lights stretched far beyond me, alive with noise and celebration. Somewhere out there, someone was being kissed, touched, loved. But not me. Not tonight. Not ever. Not by the man i married. And not by the man who hasn't glanced at me since three years of their marriage. Not the man I have loved for many years. The door clicked open downstairs. My heart, stupid thing, still jumped at the sound. Poor heart. I slipped back inside, calm
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