Red Lipstick and Sweet Revenge

Summary

Three years with Daniel, and he had slowly drained the color from my life, fading it to a sterile palette of black, white, and gray.

"No lipstick. Too provocative, Norah."

"No short skirts. You're practically begging for trouble."

"No selfies on Instagram. People will talk. You're just showing off."

I used to believe this was care. I thought it was his way of holding onto me.

Until I found the hidden folder on his iPad.

It was filled with photos of another woman.

Bold red lips, silk slip dresses, delicate choker chains. She laughed with a wild, unapologetic freedom.