a Bak
tions. My focus was elsewhere. I walked into the master closet, the scen
devoid of emotion. "Bring me the emerald green dr
gown. It was my favorite, a vibrant jewel-toned silk,
ady, deliberate motion, I cut into the delicate silk. The fabric, once a symbol of our love, now shredded u
marriage certificate, the property deeds. I didn't bother with scissors this time. My fingers,
cuments, placing them carefully into a small, ornate woo
acoby. My muscles tensed, but
elieve what I've got for you!" He gestured grandly to a corner of the living room where a monstrous
eld. He didn't even notice the faint emerald threads clinging to
. The comments section of his mental social media feed was undo
ld?" he declared to the empty room, pulling me into
aint, sweet scent-not mine-wafted from it. And there it was, a tiny, almost invisible, g
d my head, offering my cheek. He seemed not to noti
ed, his eyes gleaming with a performative curi
ng it with a silk scarf. "Just a little somethi
clapped his hands together with a boyish enthusiasm that
a testament to his utter cluel
, my voice flat. "It's next w
ebrate properly! A grand party, just for you!" He immediately pulled out his phone, dialing his ass
forgetfulness, his performative enthusiasm, his frantic calls-
uest list for the shareholder meeting has been f
s about to learn the true
I understand. Urgent client meeting. I'll be there." He hung up, turning to me with a prac
"But before I go," he began, "I wanted to do
t a small, unassuming coffee shop. Every anniversary, we' d revisit it, orde
I said, my
st to the lively memories that were supposed to be evoked. As we pu
Eliana! O
tered on his face. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. "
gushed from the crowd. "Still so
of a devoted husband. "She's my world," he whisp
a practiced movement. The words fe
n, greeted us warmly. "Jacoby, Eliana! The usual, I
ul, Mr. Henderson." He winked at me, a theatrical gesture of affection.
n chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "You tw
r run down my spine

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