He Mocked Me at My 30th Birthday — But I Had House Keys in My Pocket and a Secret He’d Buried for Years

girl!”

He hugged me, then stepped back and looked me up and down. My gray knit sweater. Dark jeans. Flat boots.

“Couldn’t find something nicer?” he said it lightly. “It’s your birthday.”

Before I could answer, he turned to Brenda standing behind him in a fitted emerald dress.

“Doesn’t Brenda look beautiful? I got her that dress last week.”

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