I stood on the wrong side of my own front door, listening to the party on the other side. The party my husband, Rhodes, was throwing for his intern. The one I wasn’t invited to.
It started with his schedule. Rhodes was suddenly working late, his phone lighting up with messages he’d swipe away. And Mabry, the new intern his mother had practically gift-wrapped for him, was always there. Mabry, who called him ‘Rho’ and laughed a little too loud at his jokes. Mabry, who needed his help, his advice, his constant attention.
He said I was imagining things. That I was being paranoid, cold. His mother agreed. She’d sigh and tell me a good wife supports her husband’s ambition, that I should be grateful he works so hard. Everyone seemed to think I was the problem. The inconvenient obstacle to his brilliant future.
But standing there, locked out on my birthday while he toasted Mabry with champagne I had picked out, I couldn’t pretend anymore. The lock I’d forgotten to reprogram, the guest list I’d never seen, the life that was slowly erasing me. How do you fight for a marriage when your own husband is the one pushing you out?
There is no cheating in this book.
