His Twisted Lies And Golden Cage

“Love Like Morning Mist, Gone Before Sunrise Prologue Three years ago, my fiancé cheated on me with my best friend. When grief had nearly finished me, it was his best friend, Jameson, who pulled me out of the abyss. So I married him. After the wedding, Jameson was unfailingly tender. His only fear was losing me: If a male colleague texted me about work after six in the evening, he would demand to know what right that man had to contact another man's wife. If I laughed a little too freely at a dinner party, his palm would settle heavily on the back of my neck. I thought it was all because he loved me too much. Until I stumbled onto a post on an internet forum: "I took in the worn-out shoes my childhood friend was done with. Every time I touch her, I want to throw up." The top comment, with the most likes, read: "Cheat back on her and call it even." "I already have," my husband had replied-and looking at his latest comment, I felt something in me turn to ash. I bought a one-way ticket on the next flight to Portland, Oregon. When the plane broke through the thick gray clouds and climbed into the open sky, I leaned my forehead against the cold window and closed my eyes. The nightmare was over.”