I worked three desperate jobs for Olivia, my wife, after her family's fashion empire crumbled, drowning in millions of debt.
She claimed we needed a ‘fake divorce' to protect me, a sacrifice I bravely accepted, even enrolling in a high-risk medical trial for quick cash.
But one afternoon, arriving home early, I overheard her silky voice, a shocking confession to her assistant: our ‘divorce' was a charade.
She planned to marry her brand director, Julian, for a ‘big splash' society wedding, then later divorce him and remarry me.
My world imploded.
Every ounce of my dedication, every aching muscle and every risk I took, had been a calculated lie.