The Price of a Perfect Marriage and the Silent Rebuild of My Worth
“Ethan told her the long-distance relationship would make their bond stronger.”
I watched Lila’s face as the reality of the paper in her hands began to sink in.
The denial in her eyes turned to confusion, and then to a quiet, cold horror.
“He uses the same phrases,” I said softly.
“He tells you that you are different. That you understand his soul.”
Lila dropped her hands to her sides, the folder clutching against her thigh.
“He told me I was the only one,” she whispered.
“You are the third one this year, Lila,” I said.
“You are just the only one who made the mistake of showing up at his office on a Friday afternoon.”
She looked away, staring at the concrete pillar behind her.
Her shoulders slumped.
She looked very young and very small in the oversized office hallway.
“What am I supposed to do?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“You should go home,” I said.
“And you should find a lawyer who specializes in employment law.”
“Why would I need a lawyer?” she asked, looking back at me with sudden panic.