Her voice took on a tone of theatrical sympathy.
“She’s older, apparently very boring, and she doesn’t take care of herself anymore. Richard only stays with her because it’s easier than going through a divorce.”
She said the words with cheerful confidence.
“He told me she trapped him when they were young,” Alexis continued. “Now he’s stuck with a woman who probably doesn’t even know what Botox is.”
Without thinking, I touched my cheek.
I am thirty-seven years old.
Yes, I have a few faint lines around my eyes, the kind that appear naturally after years of working long hours and sleeping far too little.
But neglected?
Uninteresting?
That was a new one.
“Richard deserves better,” Alexis continued enthusiastically. “Someone younger. Someone who understands what he really needs.”
She leaned forward slightly.
“Not some tired housewife who probably thinks basic intimacy is adventurous.”
