My wife, Vicky Sterling, delivered the news over breakfast as casually as she' d asked for more coffee: she was pregnant, and the father was Julian Vance, her personal trainer, who was also moving into our penthouse today.
I felt the last thread snap.
She told me I' d be moving into the guest room, as Julian preferred the master suite.
This was just the latest in eight years of humiliation, where I' d gone from architect to trophy husband, then justโฆ Ethan.
My family' s firm had been saved by hers, but it cost me everything.
When I tried to leave, her contempt was a familiar sting, reminding me I was nothing without her.