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The assistant interviewer stopped to speak to Gray, apparently to try to have him change his decisions, but one look at Gray and I knew nothing was changing. He has made up his mind, and it wasn't ever going to change. "Go change, sweetheart. I will be waiting." I nodded, then headed straight for the dressing room and closed the door behind me. That didn't go the way I wanted it to, but oh well. At least I didn't lose my husband to a scheming interviewer. I turned to the mirror, my chest heaving. I really need to confess to him, too. He can be patient with me for only so long, and it scares me that there are so many women who would do anything he wants. Anything just to have him. I went inside the other dressing room, expecting to see the red dress I had worn in on the hanger that the