Chapter 3
Marcus and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts.
We were always side by side.
Our families were well matched, academically he was first, and I was second; no matter what we did, we excelled together.
We were always the children others compared theirs to, praised and envied.
In the end, when we started dating and got married, it was seen as a
sen as a power couple coming together.]
Everyone said we were the perfect match.
I believed that too
But after we got married, I realized I was wrong
Besides me. Marcus was always surrounded by other women–today it’s Miss James, yesterday it was Miss Simmons, and before that, Miss Watson
Although there was never anything substantial, and they were just “close friends,” it was enough to disgust me.
4 confronted him, but every time, the issue was raised high and then dismissed lightly.
“We’re just colleagues.”
“Don’t think too much”
“You’re the only one in my heart..”
“Kylie, don’t make a fuss. I’m tired.” ]]
But not once was the problem truly resolved.
It’s sad, really.
What’s left to hold onto?!]
