Unlearning You
In the fifth year of my marriage to Raymond Lowe, Lilian Smith, the woman he had never been able to forget, returned.
From that moment on, cracks began to form in our marriage.
Raymond started breaking his promises.
The first time was the day I won a major design award. He had promised to take me out and celebrate. Instead, a single phone call from Lilian was enough to make him leave.
The second time was on my birthday. The candles had been lit, and I had not even made a wish yet when Lilian called. Once again, he walked out without hesitation.
The third time was Valentine's Day.
I sat alone in the private dining room I had reserved, waiting for Raymond for four hours.
He never showed