My Husband Is Just A Case Study

Summary

The moment Dean Harrison, for the thousandth time, tacitly allowed someone to refer to my sister-in-law as "Mrs. Harrison" during a professional event, was the moment I stopped screaming inside.

I didn't lose it. I didn't cause a scene.

I even raised my glass, a graceful arc of silence and surrender, and echoed the compliments they were lavishing on the two of them.

“They really are, aren’t they? A perfect match.”

Dean’s head snapped up. The shock in his eyes was naked, a raw, uncontrolled thing.

“What did you just call her?”

I met his gaze, my smile shallow and deliberate.