Julie was celebrating her birthday—Julie, my husband Nathan’s so-called buddy. She had insisted all the husbands bring their wives along, saying it was time we all got to know each other better.
I didn’t think much of it—until Nathan smoothly keyed in the code to her front door.
The lock beeped. He glanced back with a smile and said, “Come on in, Eva. Julie’s probably still in the kitchen. I’ll go help her.”
Then he walked right in, flipping on the lights without a pause.
……
Julie. The woman Nathan called his “best friend,” closer than a sister, he always said.
Three other women were already seated in the living room. A cold laugh rose inside me.
There was Lily, married to Aaron for two years after a blind date. Timid by nature, she sat nervously twisting the hem of her shirt.
Then Hailey. She and Mark were college sweethearts, the couple everyone used to envy. Now, the exhaustion in her eyes was plain to see.
And Nova, the calmest of us all. Hers was an arranged marriage to Kyle. A polite, unshakable smile was fixed on her face, as if nothing could ever ruffle her.
So there we were, the four of us, sitting on a stranger’s sofa while our husbands buzzed around another woman like eager puppies.
“Nathan, taste this for me—does it need more salt?” Julie’s voice came from the kitchen, sweet as syrup. She wore a spaghetti-strap dress a size too small.
Nathan put down the fruit platter at once and hurried over. He picked up the ladle, tasted, then reached for the salt shaker. His movements were practiced, effortless—like he owned the place.
“Coming, coming! *My* Eva likes her food salty. I know just how much to add.” He even threw a grin back at me, beaming with pride.
I forced a stiff smile. My stomach turned.
*My* Eva likes things salty?
