The Perfect Husband Playbook

I married Alexander Knight in a whirlwind. He was a handsome man, but he only ever described himself as "self-employed." As a financial analyst earning a six-figure salary, my friends were convinced I'd been utterly deluded, marrying a man with no apparent steady job. Then one day, tucked away in his study drawer, I found a printed booklet titled: The Perfect Husband Playbook. It meticulously detailed my likes, my dislikes, and even strategies for various scenarios. For instance, flowers for our anniversary shouldn't cost more than $300, so I wouldn't grow suspicious. If I was working late, he should personally prepare a late-night snack, never order takeout, to appear more devoted. My hands and feet turned cold with dread. I immediately called my best friend, Gabby. I told her I thought I'd married a professional con artist, a particularly stingy one at that.