I faked my own funeral — and only then did I learn how my husband and children really felt about me.
Oh, what an incredible portrait you chose… An oak frame, with carved edges, as if taken from an ancient castle. Must have cost a fortune.” Oleg’s voice—my husband, father of my children, the man I had shared a bed, dreams, and years with—came from the tiny laptop speaker, seeping into the room with a faint […]
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