I had chosen this one with care.

He had chosen it for me, really, by scheduling his own coronation.

Chapter 10 — The Black Folder

The general counsel came forward and set the thin black folder on the lectern.

Damian stared at it as though it were something that might go off.

“You spied on me,” he said.

The disbelief in it was almost genuine.

Men like my husband arrive, eventually, at a sincere belief that the ordinary rules of consequence do not apply to them, and the discovery that they do lands as a kind of betrayal.