I'm the Secret, He's the Favorite
It's the third year of our secret marriage, and there are still only three pairs of indoor slippers in the shoe cabinet—a pair for my wife, Renee Hickman, a pair for her friend, Penny Falcon, and a pair for her student, Aspen Frost.
However, mine's not there.
I look at the disposable indoor slippers Renee hands me and ask flatly, "Where are the cotton slippers that I bought?"
She doesn't even look at me as she replies, "I threw them away before they came here."
I reply with a grunt. Suppressing the bitterness rising in my chest, I ask casually, "Did Aspen come along this time too?"
"No."
She's lying. I know that because Aspen just sent me a taunting text message earlier.
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