day and was going to bed early, ending with “Love you.”
A few pages later, I found a $1,240 jewelry-store purchase, though neither my birthday nor our anniversary was anywhere near that date.
Then came wine bars.
Parking garages.
Restaurants in neighborhoods nowhere near Daniel’s office.
My phone buzzed while I stared at the statements.
Daniel had written:
“Vanessa is going through a difficult time. I need you to be reasonable.”
Before admitting what he had done, he was already preparing to make my reaction the real problem.
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