The Art of Unloving

1.

I recognized the deep blue silk scarf in my husband's car instantly.

It was Lily's. His so-called "childhood friend."

Damian glanced at it and said casually, "Lily's blood sugar was low. I gave her a ride back to her apartment, and she must have left it."

I folded the scarf, placed it back on the seat, and gave him a perfect smile.

"It's fine."

I knew all of his friends. Only Lily would wear such a flashy designer brand.

I had screamed and fought with Damian over her countless times.