Finally, Damien gave in, although his glare did not soften. "Fine," he said, through clenched teeth. "You get a job. But this post, it better fix everything."
Jossy nodded, keeping her relief buried deep.
***
That evening, after reviewing all the photos and videos incriminating Damien, Jossy sat at the edge of their study desk, phone in hand, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Damien had stormed out an hour ago, still fuming, leaving the apartment in fury. She could feel the weight of his gaze even in his absence, the expectation that she would fix everything.
She knew what she needed to do..act carefully to protect herself and still survive his fury. And so she typed:
"I want to comment on the recent photos and rumours about my husband. That night, Damien was at a company networking event with colleagues and friends. Any claims suggesting otherwise are inaccurate. As always, we appreciate your support and hope for privacy as we focus on our work and family during this difficult period."
Jossy paused and her thumb hovered over the "Post" button. Each word was measured, supportive enough to satisfy Damien, but vague enough to keep herself safe from blindly defending him. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the button. The statement went live instantly, and within minutes, notifications poured in, comments, likes, and shares. Some praised her clarity and loyalty, while others still debated the photos. Jossy slowly scrolled, keeping her emotions contained, and despite the heartbreak, she focused on her small victory. She could now get a full time job and reclaim her independence, even in the cage that was her marriage. And she would. One careful step at a time.