When I returned to the apartment, I threw my filthy wedding dress into the trash and began to pack.Mark had always insisted that keeping our relationship secret meant leaving no trace of me anywhere, not even in the home we shared.For eight years, we had slept in separate rooms. Mine was a converted storage room tucked out of sight. Even my clothes had to be plain and gender-neutral.Once, on our anniversary, I had put on a beautiful dress just for him.He had accused me of jeopardizing everything he had worked so hard to protect, then stormed out and slammed the door behind him.After that, we never celebrated another anniversary.With a bitter laugh, I stripped every last black, white, and gray outfit from the closet and tossed them into the trash, packing only the essentials.After eight rootless years, everything I owned fit inside a suitcase.Just as I was about to head out the door, I ran straight into Mark coming in with Katrina.When he saw my packed suitcase, he sto
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