Chapter 29
When the steaks arrived, Jared cut Yvonne’s portion into pieces, but she pushed her plate away, too full. With a sigh, he turned and noticed me still sipping my wine. “Would you like me to cut yours?” he offered.
I’m fine.” I understood this was simply his upbringing showing–the reflexive good manners of a man trained from birth in proper etiquette, not actual care.
We ate without conversation, the only sound being Jared’s phone buzzing with another message from Tracy–which he continued to ignore.
We maintained the ritual of family dinners, though ours contained none of the warmth those words suggested.
When dinner ended, Jared stood abruptly. “I have things to handle. Take Yvonne home.”
We both knew where he was going. I answered with a single “Fine,” scooped up Yvonne, and retreated to the car.
“Dad, where are you going? Can I come?” Yvonne asked, her tone suddenly brightening as if she’d guessed who he was meeting. “Please? There’s nothing to do at home.”
He wouldn’t bring her, of course. His evening with Tracy required privacy.
“Another time,” Jared declined. “This is grown–up business.”
Yvonne slumped against me with a disappointed sigh.
I urged the driver to leave immediately, yet an indescribable sorrow welled up inside me.
My husband didn’t even bother hiding his affair. What did that make me, the actual wife? Everyone claimed the first marriage mattered most, while the others were just temporary. But becoming less than the other woman? That was the cruelest joke of all.
As expected, Jared never came home that night. But I slept just fine–before closing my eyes, I let myself think about Nathan for a while. He really was handsome.
I remembered how, in my previous life, I’d already mapped out Yvonne’s entire schedule–piano on Mondays and Wednesdays, dance and violin on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and all–day tutoring on Fridays to prep her for elementary school, complete with Englysian speaking drills.
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