Too Late For Regret: His Telepathic Wife

“For six years of marriage-ten years of knowing him- I had quietly endured my husband Easton's sarcasm and that tongue of his, which wounded without ever drawing blood-only because I have a gift: I can hear the desperate, soundless pleading at the bottom of his heart. When he belittled me in front of the whole company at the annual gala, I heard him screaming inside: [Blair, I love you too much! I don't want anyone coveting you! I will never let anyone take you from me!] So I swallowed the humiliation whole and bore the laughter of the room. When he handed out astronomical year-end bonuses to the other executives and gave me nothing, I endured that too-only because, deep in his heart, he was murmuring: [Blair, I'm so afraid. I'm so afraid the only thing you love is my money.] But at the airstair of the family jet to Aspen, he gave the seat that was mine-his wife's-to that ambitious assistant of his, Arianna, and then booked me a coach ticket on a commercial flight and told me to find my own way there. That was the moment I heard his heart, clear as a bell, one more time: [Look at me, Blair. Please look at me. Demand your seat back! Lose your temper at me! Tell everyone this plane is yours, and show them all that I, Easton, belong to you!] But this time, I no longer believed in his love. I turned, and slid the wedding ring off my finger. When I asked him for a divorce, he came completely undone.”