I never told my husband that I was the one who bought back his parents’ house.
Blackwood Manor glittered with crystal and candlelight, a museum of inherited wealth pretending nothing was wrong. I stood in the kitchen, nine months pregnant with twins, balancing silver platters while sweat ran down my spine. My ankles throbbed. My back screamed. I hadn’t sat down once. From the dining room came laughter. “To Isabella!” my … Read more