A Bitter Pill Called Regret

My head throbbed as I cooked Marcus's favorite meal.

It was our tenth anniversary, a milestone I' d hoped would bring some semblance of peace to a decade marred by his growing distance.

But Marcus never came home.

Instead, an Instagram notification flashed: Skyler Reed, beaming beside my husband, champagne in hand, captioned: "Celebrating new beginnings with Mr. T!"

When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, cold: "You've let yourself go, Ellie. Skyler's a breath of fresh air."