The Perfect Wife Walked Away
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My shoulders shook — not from grief, not from fear, but from the sheer physical effort of suppressing something that wanted very badly to come out.
A smile.
Not a small one. A big, wide, ugly, sprawling smile that would have split my face in two if I'd let it. The kind of smile that belongs on the face of the villain in a children's cartoon, not on the face of a fragile, pregnant woman who has just been victimized by her cruel, unstable sister.