The CEO's Billion-Dollar Divorce Regret

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d up on a stone bench, watching the mo

nd pale rose, I made my way back inside. Dante was still

hate. Just a prof

rote the final deductions.

started

oxed up every piece of jewelry, every dress, every pair of shoes he had ever given

loodshot. He saw me taping up a bo

the Underboss melting away. "I'm on my way," he promised into the phone, his voice a low, i

the empty room,

ly perfect picture. He took her to a vineyard in Napa. He bought

ancisco. I closed my bank accounts. I called Bridget and told her Phoenix Architect

as preparing to walk out the door for the last time,

d, seeing the single bouque

told her everything, my voice a hushed confession. About the d

in thick, heavy sheets. In the car, the silence w

bel

hrough the speaker. "My car... it sp

ng to a halt on the side of the desolate road. He turned to me,

d, his voice flat. "

d. I simply opened the car door an

cked darkness, leaving me utterly alone, drenche

me out this far. I started walking,

headlights. A truck, losing control on the s

no time