Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

on the third step from the top, his hand gripping the banister. His eyes traveled from my shoes up to my neck, staying there for a long moment.

“Are you seriously wearing that?” he asked. His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.

“Yes,” I said, smoothing my hands down the skirt. “I bought it last week.”

“You look like you are trying continue reading …