Playing the part
I pretended to be the obedient wife, masking my volcanic fury below. As I watched my husband with a smile that stopped short of my eyes, I told myself to be patient. He continued to live in the cocoon of his fantasy, unaware. But I was already planning and waiting behind that disguise. Every meal cooked and every domestic task finished was a covert act of laying the foundation. They were lulling him into a false sense of security.
Playing The Part
Biting back resentment
I repressed my cold hatred whenever he discussed his mother’s purported metamorphosis. It was almost comical how pleased he appeared to be, oblivious to the harm he had caused. Every compliment about her new appearance served as a reminder of his treachery, but I forced myself not to snap. I made myself nod in agreement, allowing the anger to simmer under the surface. I saw it as fire for revenge, and he saw it as support.
Biting Back Resentment
