Ten Years of Lies He Never Loved Me

Valentine Henson and I were tangled up for ten whole years.

He wouldn't go public, so I waited. He said he was busy, so I behaved.

Until that night at the bar, when his buddies started egging him on with his childhood friend: "C'mon, wifey, pour one for Val!"

Rosalie Chambers, the girl who'd grown up by his side since they were kids, laughed and settled herself onto his lap.

Valentine didn't push her off. He even leaned down and fixed the strap that had slipped off her shoulder.

I stood outside the booth, holding the hangover tea I'd brought for him.

He saw me.