Love Conquers Past Lies

Synopsis

The scent hit me first—that expensive cologne Owen only wore for special occasions. I paused in the doorway of our bedroom, watching him adjust his tie in the mirror with the kind of care he hadn't shown getting ready for our anniversary dinner last month. "Working late again?" I asked, though we both knew the answer. Owen's reflection met mine in the mirror, his smile practiced and hollow. "Big presentation tomorrow. The Morrison account, remember? I told you about it." He smoothed his freshly pressed shirt, the crisp white fabric still bearing the sharp creases from the dry cleaner. "Sorry, Pen. I know it's New Year's Eve." I nodded, swallowing the familiar ache of disappointment. Ten years of marriage, and I'd become an expert at reading the signs—the extra attention to his appearance, the vague explanations, the way he couldn't quite meet my eyes.