My Husband Played “Perfect” at My Parents’ Party—While I Realized the House Was Part of Their Plan

one bookshelf and complained about it for three days?” His expression tightened. “Don’t be like that. You know what I mean.” I turned back to brushing my teeth so he wouldn’t see my face, wouldn’t see how close I was to exploding.

Then Marcus started a charm offensive that would have been almost funny if it weren’t so calculated. Suddenly there were continue reading …