For the first time in months, I almost laughed.
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The next day was our wedding anniversary.
Isaac hadn’t wanted to acknowledge or celebrate it. “There’s no point pretending like we’re in love,” he’d said.
I’d agreed with him, and then planned a dinner anyway.
“It’s just a small gathering,” I told him. “For appearances.”
He didn’t notice the irony.
By evening the house was filled with guests. Each one of them were part of our social circle. They had been my friends once, but after I got sent to prison, they all abandoned me and took Naomi’s side. It was the perfect audience for my plan.
Naomi arrived with Isaac, draped in gold, glowing under the chandelier like a saint. She leaned close to him when he took the stage, resting her hand possessively on his arm. You would think it was their anniversary. In the past, I would have cried for days because of this, but now, revenge was the only thing on my mind.
Instead, I calmly took my glass and walked up to the stage too to give our speech.
Isaac spoke first. “You know, the past year has been extremely hard on me, losing my daughter and all that…”