My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life

ooked at me in disbelief. They had expected me to beg, to argue, to sho

ted, standing u

y deflating, replaced by a flicker of panic. "Don

oking directly at Olivia. "She's b

about the Phoenix Project? The launch is in three months! The investors,

iller Corporation a global leader. I had poured the last three years of my life into it. In my p

tecture is stable, and the rollout protocol is fully documented. All my notes are on the central server, encrypted. I'

d of schedule. I had always been three steps ahead, working tirelessly in the bac

losing control of th

scanning me with contempt. "That suit you're wearing, the watch on your wrist, t

he had a chance to be the better person, to end

. "You came to this family with nothing. You should le

tless. It was the same cruelty that

rotest, a flicker of shame on hi

lar tuxedo. I folded it neatly and placed it on the back of a chair. Then, I unclasped the expensive watch Mr. Miller had given me as a wedding gift and set it on

In my past life, everything I had was tied to the Millers. My home, my car, my clothes. I

lse?" I asked, my vo

to humiliate me. But my calm acceptance of their terms had stripped them of th

shocked face, on Alex's fading smirk,

he grand foyer filled with wilted wedd

I didn't need to.