ROXANNE I studied my reflection in the long gold rimmed mirror on my room, admiring the navy blue, high slit dress I was putting on for the evening's event. I was beautiful, I noted, and it was the truth. I looked exactly the part of the loyal, submissive, well-cared-for, wife of a rich CEO. But I didn't feel beautiful, neither did I feel like a wife. Not a real one, anyway, I added, glancing at the simple diamond wedding ring adorning my finger. My blue eyes dimmed in sadness and faint stress lines marred below my eyes. It's been three days since that incident in Josh's room. I'd been avoiding him ever since, his mother too, although, avoiding Patricia was almost impossible. The woman liked to be in my business. From the first day, five years ago, when I'd stepped into this house as a substitute wife and mother. I'd noticed the red flags but I'd been too blinded by my immediate attraction to Josh to turn away and leave. My mother, Julia, was their housekeeper. The few t
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