Jane unlocked her phone to call Judy. For the ten thousandth time, James had questioned Jane about her clothes. First, it was cute; now, it was grating. Even worse, he was right. Sort of.
James inferred low self-esteem from Jane’s slightly-too-sexy-in-every-situation wardrobe. When he would say, “You’re wearing that?” (in a tone more condemnation than compliment) he was thinking, “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
However, Jane relished power. Entire rooms paused when she entered. Nine months into the relationship and James didn’t get it.
Jane scrolled through her contacts and called John.
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