Diamonds, Lies, and a Vanishing Act

Killian Barnes shattered his vow on our tenth anniversary, opting for a business excursion with his female colleague instead of celebrating with me. Upon his return, he presented me with a rare pink diamond pendant, dubbing it an apology token. Momentarily, I believed in his genuine affection. However, as I turned, I glimpsed his assistant adorned with stunning emerald jewels, far surpassing mine in beauty and worth. I donned the mask of the gracious Mrs. Barnes, outwardly composed but inwardly seething. Their audacity intensified, mirroring my anguish. They assumed I slumbered in our bedroom, oblivious to their hushed exchanges, mirth