When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

She did not ask whether I wanted to call Spencer or work things out before morning.

PART 9

After I showered, I spent a long time looking at the white dress in a plastic bag.

The stain had settled into the fabric.

I had saved for that dress because I loved how it felt, the confident shape of the sleeves and the way it caught the light.

Earlier that evening, I had been trying to look like the kind of woman Gertrude would approve of.

Now the dress seemed to belong to someone I barely recognized.