ARTHUR
I definitely clapped the loudest.
The longest too. At least, a quarter of that speech was a jab at me, but I couldn’t care less.
After my speech, I zoned out, watching her for the rest of the time. When we finally stepped down from the stage, moving around to say hello to the guests and take pictures, I saw my wife.
My eyes widened.
“Samantha?” I gave her a once over, trying to confirm that I was not looking at a ghost. She had a sinister smile on her face as she looked at me.
“Hi, husband.”
I looked around, then stepped closer to her, careful not to do anything that would cause a scene.
“What are you doing here?” I queried. She shrugged, adjusting the suit she wore over some matching pants,
“I’m here to support my husband. Is there anything wrong with that?” She asked me,
