My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life

nd shouting erupted from the foot of the driveway. A pack of reporters, alerted to the drama

true the wedding

wn out of the

her childhood sweetheart! Is it because

one this. He had called the press to orchestrate my public shaming. In my past life, this would

walked calmly, my eyes fixed forward. But then one reporter, more

You've been kicked out with nothing but

y into the lens of the nearest camera, making sure my face was clear, my voice steady. I wasn't speaking

morning air, "I was not kicked out. I resigned. Fr

fect, letting t

amera. "Without me, the Miller Corporation, and the empire they think is

utright laughter rippled

st got dumped on his wedding

na do now, work at McDo

wrinkled shirt. They had no idea who I really was, what I was capable of.

ir ranks. I held my head high, my back straight. Their taunts followed me d

o wallet, and no destination. For a moment, I

beside me, its engine purring quietl

ew times during presentations for a security contract the Miller Corp was bidding on. He was a man

was just on my way to a meeting and saw the com

slight,

ems to solve, problems that could use a mind like yours. The National Re

one closed behind me. In my past life, I had turned down a similar, less direct offer,

't hes

or and slid onto th

y to serv

Millers forever. The car pulled smoothly away from the curb, leaving the je