ManyWriters

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Wright Charlotte, was not with me.
His private jet had taken him and his assistant to a Michelin-starred restaurant instead.
When he returned, he presented me with an exquisite blue diamond ring to make amends.
"Rannie, darling. I'm just so buried in work."
The next day, I saw a limited-edition vintage sports car, far more valuable, parked in his assistant's designated spot.
Then, they made love in my house while I was sleeping.
To keep me pacified, Wright drowned me in luxury.
The haute couture gowns and exclusive handbags felt like a mockery.
I glanced at the calendar.
The countdown began: fourteen days.
Before I left, I prepared a gift for my husband and give him a ... surprise.

Screw the Diamonds, I'm Done.

In the silence, Wright sighed. "Yes. My staff is incompetent. I have to do their jobs for them."


I shifted slightly. "You don't have to push yourself so hard."


His grip on my waist tightened. "How can you say that? If I don't work hard, how can I give my wife the world?"


"Did you like the blue diamond?" he murmured. "Lucia mentioned the new cobalt blue collections are out. I can buy them all for you."


"Fine," I replied, a bitter smile on my lips.


I knew these clothes were his penance for tonight's betrayal.


I once believed his gifts were symbols of love. Now, the thought of them filled me with disgust. They were badges of his shame.


The next day, every cobalt blue piece from every top designer was delivered to our penthouse.


My phone flooded with posts from fashion blogs, gushing about Wright’s devotion. From a blue diamond to blue couture, he was building a fantasy for the world.


Women tagged their partners, begging for the same.


Chapter 6