For two decades it was a family joke. On my husband’s 55th birthday, I found out it was the truth.
For twenty years, whenever my husband Daniel did something sweet for me, his brothers had the same line ready: “Anything for the second wife.” Everyone laughed, Daniel included, and I laughed along. It never occurred to me to question it.
We had been married twenty-two years. We had raised two children and built a life together. I knew his habits, his childhood stories, and his deepest fears, or so I believed.
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