Eight Years Of Marriage, One Year Of Betrayal

Synopsis

When I picked up the drunken Samuel Carter, he leaned against my shoulder affectionately. He said, "Having a wife like you is so nice, Evelyn. You always come pick me up and take me home." I settled him into the passenger seat properly. After closing the car door, I casually turned on some music. It sang, "White-petaled daisies, drifting so light. They land like a memory, soft and true, on my pleated skirt of navy blue." Samuel, with his eyes closed, curled his lips. He murmured, "Every time I hear this part, I always think of the first time I saw you, wearing that blue dress. "You were so beautiful." My hand, about to smooth his hair, froze mid-air. Samuel knew perfectly well. I hated blue the most. There was no way I would have ever worn something like a blue dress.