I Invited My Coworker to Our Fourth of July Barbecue Because He Had Nowhere Else to Go — But the Moment He Saw My Wife, He Turned Pale

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Sylvia’s mouth twisted.

“You always thought you were better than me.”

Joan blinked. “Because I wanted to leave?”

“Because you acted like leaving was easy,” Sylvia snapped. “Like love and freedom were things you could just choose.”

Joan’s face tightened. “So you punished me for wanting better?”

Sylvia looked away. “I did what I had to do.”

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