Chapter 243 The Good Wife's Secret Ch4

• Two nights later she tries so hard to be good.
• Perfect dress — pale blue silk that hugs her hips like a promise she doesn’t dare keep. Perfect hair — pinned high enough to show the soft line of her throat where his teeth left a bruise she covered with powder. Perfect wife — perfect lie.
• The table’s long. Polished. Lit soft by candles and the soft clink of glasses her husband raises every few minutes just to hear the laugh of the new girl at his side — not the babysitter this time, no. Another sweet young thing who giggles too loud, flashes too much leg, and pretends not to notice the wife sitting pretty at the end of the spread.