Madison Bennett turned twenty-seven surrounded by crystal glasses, soft candlelight, and waiters who moved like shadows through one of the most expensive restaurants in downtown Chicago.
But she had never felt more alone.
Her husband, Ethan, sat beside her in a sharp navy suit, looking every bit like the successful businessman everyone believed him to be. Every few minutes, his phone lit up, and every few minutes, he glanced down at it instead of looking at his wife…. Continue Reading
Across the table, Patricia Carter smiled at Madison with polished cruelty.
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Ethan’s mother had perfected the art of making insults sound like compliments.