Cruel Intentions

I knew I would see him again one day—I just wasn’t prepared.

It was one of those garden parties where everyone is well-dressed, where the drinks are free and the conversations are like bubbles on a warm day of spring. I was chatting with a fashion editor I hadn’t seen for years. I was animated and bright.

That’s when I saw him. He was there in a full suit, flanked by his incredibly stylish husband.

My stomach turned.