He took off his jacket and smiled so widely that I laughed.

“You did.”

“We need to talk about us,” I said.

His smile faded, but he sat down without protest.

I told him the truth.

Our marriage had begun under circumstances that should never have happened.

I had not forgotten his omission about his wealth, and I did not want anyone to assume my decision to stay meant everything was forgiven.

But I also told him I liked our quiet evenings, the care he showed people when no cameras were present, and the way he let me disagree without punishment.