Married to the Enemy by R.S. Lively

Author:R.S. Lively [Lively, R.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-07T05:00:00+00:00

Whitley

I’m at the post office with this beautiful Vera Wang dress in a box, getting ready to ship it to Logan. I want nothing that will remind me of him. If the technology existed for me to erase him from my memories, I would, but I can learn to live with those.

I don't need his expensive gifts laying around, though. The more I think about it, the more it angers me. He doesn't want me. He never did. He tried to buy me with expensive shoes and a dress, flashing his money around as he took me out to eat and drove me around in a big limo. That was his way of trying to get into my pants. He was trying to buy me.

"Well, he can forget it," I mumble as I set the package on the counter.

"Sorry?" the woman asks as she stares at me.

"Talking to myself." Been doing that a lot lately.

"Oh, I see. Is there any glass, liquid, or perishables in this package?"

"No, ma'am."

"Right, then. Wait. I need my glasses."

Behind the counter is a cute older woman with white hair and wrinkles. Her glasses are hanging around her neck, but if I point that out, she might think I think she’s stupid or something, and that’s not the case.

"Oh, there they are. Silly me, I do it every time I take them off."

I turn when I hear a few people huffing and puffing, waiting with impatience as the line gets longer and longer. The older woman pecks the keyboard with one finger and looks through the part of her glasses that are bifocal. I find it a bit endearing. I wonder what her life was like before she aged.

I see that she is wearing a wedding band. It's the classic, very traditional gold. Her engagement ring is a big solitaire. "Your husband must love you very much. Look at the size of that thing!" I whistle, trying to make her laugh. I could use a little laughter, and I want to get to know her a bit better.

"He did, yes."

Did. Did. I sigh. Of course, I bring up something painful. "I'm so sorry for your loss. I didn't mean to bring it up."

"Oh, dear. It's fine. We were married for fifty-two beautiful years. The cancer got him, you know."

I smile. "No, I didn't. I'm sorry to hear that." The cancer. I’m reminded of Tops.

She waves the sadness of my voice away. "It's fine. We had a happy life. I mourned him for a little while, but now I just remember the happy times and the laughs. The milestones we had together. Our adventure was quite beautiful."

People huff again and I turn around. "Are you really in that much of a hurry to get home to your three kids who’ll just yell and scream? Give me a break,” I scold, shutting the people up. They mumble to each other, but I don't care. I like listening to the older lady. Geraldine is her name. A classic name to go along with a classic ring.

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