The Divorce He Didn't See

The Divorce He Didn't See

Gavin

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My husband, Mark, GreenScape' s CEO, always prioritized his ambition, and I quietly supported him, sacrificing my own dreams. I meticulously managed our flagship Willow Creek project, pouring months of my life into it. Mark claimed to be in Boulder for a crucial zoning appeal. But then, an Instagram post shattered that illusion: Mark, playing 'eco-warrior' in Denver with Ashley, our new coordinator, her hand on his arm, a gushing caption highlighting her initiative. I "liked" the post. Immediately, Mark called, furious, accusing me of mocking Ashley and ordering me to retract it. Later, Ashley posted a victim statement on our company portal, subtly implicating me. Mark demanded a public apology, threatening to pull me from Willow Creek. My colleagues turned away. Mocking her? I, who truly understood hard work, was being gaslit by a man who dismissed my severe allergies as "drama." The blatant threats, years of neglect, and casual disregard for our marriage solidified into one cold, unyielding truth. This wasn't about an Instagram post; it was about him. They expected an apology, me to grovel. I closed the portal, a quiet, chilling resolve settling in. Little did Mark or Ashley know, my escape plan was already set. Our divorce papers were signed months ago-by him-back when he was too consumed by Ashley' s manufactured crises to even notice. My real project was complete. It was time for his world to unravel.

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My husband, Mark, GreenScape' s CEO, always prioritized his ambition, and I quietly supported him, sacrificing my own dreams.

I meticulously managed our flagship Willow Creek project, pouring months of my life into it.

Mark claimed to be in Boulder for a crucial zoning appeal.

But then, an Instagram post shattered that illusion: Mark, playing 'eco-warrior' in Denver with Ashley, our new coordinator, her hand on his arm, a gushing caption highlighting her initiative.

I "liked" the post. Immediately, Mark called, furious, accusing me of mocking Ashley and ordering me to retract it.

Later, Ashley posted a victim statement on our company portal, subtly implicating me.

Mark demanded a public apology, threatening to pull me from Willow Creek. My colleagues turned away.

Mocking her?

I, who truly understood hard work, was being gaslit by a man who dismissed my severe allergies as "drama."

The blatant threats, years of neglect, and casual disregard for our marriage solidified into one cold, unyielding truth.

This wasn't about an Instagram post; it was about him.

They expected an apology, me to grovel.

I closed the portal, a quiet, chilling resolve settling in. Little did Mark or Ashley know, my escape plan was already set.

Our divorce papers were signed months ago-by him-back when he was too consumed by Ashley' s manufactured crises to even notice.

My real project was complete. It was time for his world to unravel.

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