Betrayal. Playing Family

I hug him and I feel the scent of someone else’s perfume—vulgar, cloyingly sweet. My heart squeezes with pain. I step back and look into his eyes.
— How did the meeting go?
— Great,” my husband answers with a crooked smirk.
— We managed to sign an important contract.
I can’t believe my eyes. He lied to me and didn’t even blink. A shiver runs through my body. How many times has he lied to me like this? And how many more will he lie?
Margo: “I survived betrayal and rebuilt my soul piece by piece. Now I can’t be broken!”
Margo’s story from “A Plain Girl for a Millionaire.”