Divorce: My Unwritten Happy Ending

could

e just stared at me, a blank expression on her beautiful face. It wa

ld you, it's

feel like my own. "I spent ten years of my life devoted

ight reel of my own foolishness

cting classes. I was just starting my tech company, working out of a garage

. I used my burgeoning tech connections to get my name in front of casting directors. I schmoozed agents I had no busines

. "You said you bombed it. You were ready to give up. I stayed up all night with you, run

mall, almost impe

ing, each one another

rand. I personally designed the architecture for her lifestyle app, managed the marketing for her social media, and negoti

e was the iss

ng. "We tried for years. Nothing happened. We went to that specialist, the

body shaking with sobs. "It's my fault, Ethan," I had told her

wet and shining, and said, "It doesn't

erformance o

ere already pregnant. Or maybe you were already a mother. Which was it, Chloe? Was I com

ay, unable to

hree years ago, a tabloid got a picture of her meeting a man at a d

ts. I made promises. And when that didn't work, I paid. I liquidated a significant portfolio of my personal stocks and paid him an exorbitant amount of mone

ed around my neck. "Thank you for

anding in my office, th

was Alex Reed. You weren't being harassed by the press. You were having a s

ere was no remorse in her ey

t I had to

just a long, elaborate, and very successful business transaction. And I was the primar