Part 2
Daniel called at six, his voice lazy and pleased with himself.
“Remember, my father’s coming tonight. Don’t embarrass me.”
I stared at the giant covered frame in the center of the living room. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And make sure Vanessa sits beside Dad. She’s been stressed.”
“How thoughtful.”
He missed the edge in my voice. Men like Daniel always did. They heard softness and mistook it for surrender.
At 6:45, Vanessa arrived first, wrapped in cream cashmere and diamonds Richard had bought with money she had been quietly draining from his charitable foundation. I knew that now because, while she had been busy sending me bedroom trophies, I had been pulling public filings, vendor payments, and donor records.
She kissed the air beside my cheek. “Still living like a catalog, Claire. So neat. So lifeless.”
“Good evening, Vanessa.”
Her eyes flicked to the covered frame. “What’s that?”
“A surprise.”
She smiled. “You really should avoid surprises. They rarely flatter desperate women.”
Richard came next, loud and expensive, carrying wine he expected me to praise. Daniel’s sisters followed, whispering and laughing as they passed me. They had spent years calling me “temporary” behind my back. Tonight, they hugged Vanessa and ignored me.
Perfect.
I served dinner calmly. Roast chicken. Lemon potatoes. Green beans. A red wine Daniel loved and could no longer afford without me.
At the table, Richard raised his glass. “To family. Loyalty above all.”
Family
Vanessa nearly laughed into her wine.
Daniel arrived ten minutes late, cheeks flushed, smelling like winter air and cologne. The moment he stepped through the doorway, he saw the covered frame.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“The centerpiece,” I said.
His eyes narrowed. He looked at Vanessa. She gave the smallest shake of her head.
Too late.
I let dinner begin. I let them eat. I let Richard complain about modern women. I let Vanessa touch Daniel’s wrist under the table, thinking no one noticed. I let his sisters joke that I was lucky Daniel had stayed with someone “so plain.”
Then Richard leaned back and said, “Claire, when are you going to stop playing with numbers and support your husband properly? Daniel has a real future if you stop holding him down.”
Daniel smirked.
Vanessa lifted her glass. “Some wives are anchors.”
I placed my napkin on the table. “Interesting word.”
The room quieted.
Daniel sighed. “Claire, don’t start.”
“I won’t.” I stood. “I’ll finish.”
