Once His, Now My Own

The room buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses at the company’s Thanksgiving dinner. Amid the festivities, my husband, Ethan Lewis, and his precious childhood sweetheart, Lily Evans, were the center of attention. They were playing a ridiculous game—passing a piece of paper between their lips without letting it fall.

When it was their turn, I plastered on a smile and cheered them on, my voice cutting through the crowd. Laughter then erupted around me. It was the kind of laughter that stung, meant to mock, not amuse.