I’m 35 years old, and if someone had told me seven years ago that I’d be writing this story today, I would have laughed until my sides ached and tears streamed down my cheeks.
Back then, I thought I knew everything there was to know about love, marriage, and the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life beside, believing with complete certainty that I understood Dorian’s heart as well as I understood my own.
The truth is that I was so unbelievably wrong about everything I thought I knew, and it took me years to realize just how blind I had been to the man sleeping next to me every night.
When I married Dorian at 28, he possessed this magnetic charm that could transform any crowded room into an intimate space where only the two of us existed.
He would lean casually against doorframes with that crooked smile that made my heart skip. He would tell me jokes that made me snort-laugh until my sides hurt, and I had to beg him to stop before I embarrassed myself completely.
Leave a Comment