Married life was quiet and warm.
Leo might have been ruthless on the battlefield of business, but at home he was completely wrapped around my finger.
He memorized everything I liked. He knew I didn't eat cilantro, and that I liked to sleep with a nightlight on.
When I had my period, he would cancel every meeting and stay home to make me ginger tea.
That kind of concrete favor made me feel, for the first time, what real security was.
Charles's side, meanwhile, stayed fairly calm at first.
In the first month of their marriage, Amber still worked hard to play the gentle wife.
The apartment had none of the walk-in closet she had dreamed of.
She said out loud that it didn't matter, then quietly crammed the wardrobe to the brim, neatly.
When Charles came home late from work, she would b
