Mia
I almost never leave work early, but today I manage it.
Christmas gifts won’t buy themselves, and for once, I want to feel like I’m choosing something—anything—for myself. Strangely enough, none of the bags in my hands are for Damon.
The realization feels wrong. Rebellious. Like I’m doing something forbidden.
But he won’t notice.
He never does.
Last year, I bought him diamond cufflinks—sleek, expensive, perfect. The kind of gift a wife gives a man she loves. He never even opened them.
“I’ll look later, love,” he’d said, kissing my forehead before setting the box down.
They’re still in my closet. Wrapped. Untouched. Paid for with my money.
It should hurt less by now.
It doesn’t.
Maybe I should sell them. Auction off everything he’s ever given me. Even the crystal from our wed
