The bags looked ordinary on the bedroom floor. As if it wasn't my direct and big "Fuck you, Husband." To Sam's face.

Would it be weird if I say I anticipated his anger? Sincerely, the thought of him raging about my outfit after what he did at our honeymoon island-Tied me up. I want to go one on with him.

*Whatever*

I took the new clothes out one by one and hung them in the closet Sam had emptied. The replacements he had chosen still occupied half the rail. I pushed them aside and filled the gaps with things I had picked myself. Coats. Day dresses. A sweater that had...