He brought his mistress to the theater. And then his wife stepped out of the limousine. He braced for a scandal, but his wife walked past without even looking at him.
She entered the opera on the arm of a stranger, and in that instant his perfect world crumbled to dust, exposing the ruins he himself had built. The two tickets to the performance—the coveted slips of paper for which he’d been playing the art connoisseur—nearly slipped from Arthur’s numb fingers when he saw the black […]
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