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

” I whispered, stepping onto the concrete curb.

The wind caught the hem of my dress, wrapping the emerald silk tight against my knees. I pulled my coat closer, but the front remained open, exposing the fabric.

“You look like you are trying to prove something to the world,” he said, his eyes scanning the bright fabric with disgust. “Like you want every continue reading …