A Stranger in My Marriage

I watched from a distance, whiskey burning like regret on my tongue.

I’d chosen to step away from this life fifteen years ago. But standing there, alone,

I felt like a stranger in my own marriage. They didn’t know me. Not really.

Brent’s voice cut through the crowd. “Daniel! Get over here, buddy.”

I joined them, shoulders squared. Victoria slipped her arm through mine,

her polished executive smile locked in place. Brent raised his glass again.

“So what’s it like being married to Atlas Dynamics’ rising star?” He nodded at Victoria

like she was a prize. “Must be nice having a sugar mama.” Laughter rippled. Victoria didn’t