The Husband Trap
“Ices at Gunter’s, promenades in the park, the theater, the opera and the ballet. There was scarcely a moment to breathe and even less time to rest. She danced until dawn. Slept until noon. And spent the rest of the time encircled by friends and acquaintances who buzzed around her like bees attending the queen in her hive.Jeannette would have thrived on the attention.Violet longed to find a quiet corner and curl up with a good book. She also longed for Adrian, the husband she rarely saw.They shared a house and a bed. He still came to her at night, both of them often too tired to do more than turn into each other’s arms and sleep. When he wasn’t occupied by business or at one of his clubs, he escorted her to a variety of functions. Once there, however, they would go their separate ways, as husbands and wives were supposed to do.There were times when an entire day would pass without so much as a glimpse of him. The imprint of his head on his pillow when she woke. The warm scent of him on... the sheets when she slipped in late to find him already up and dressing for an early appointment that day.She considered talking to him, asking if she ought to refuse a few more of the dozens of invitations they received.MoreLess
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