Laura I sat before the mirror, studying my reflection. Even in my exhaustion, even without much effort, I was still beautiful. Freda, my best friend, always joked that if anyone ever asked what I did for a living, I should tell them my job was simply to exist beautifully. You would think beauty would be enough to make a husband love his wife. In my case, it only seemed to remind him of how little he cared. I fumbled with the clasp of my necklace, my nails making the simple task frustrating. In the mirror, I watched him getting dressed behind me, calm, composed and cold. I finally stood and walked over to him. “Can you help me with my necklace?” I asked softly, lifting my hair. “My nails won’t let me.” He looked at me as though I had asked for something unreasonable. “You can ask one of the maids to do it on our way out,” he said coldly, already turning away. The words stung more than I wanted to admit. I nodded and turned back to the mirror, dropping the necklace. I change
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