His Downfall, Her Freedom

felt like a monument to my husband Mark' s success, and my slow disappearanc

. He introduced her to a room full of fawning investors, publicly parading her, barely e

order, my hands trembling. When I tried to serve him divorce papers l

while simultaneously turning my family' s vulnerabilities into weapons-my fathe

al examination to prove my fidelity,

come so utterly trapped, my past self, my ambitions, reduced to less than n

me bare, something snapped. The fear and despair transformed into a cold, clear resolve. I would not just leave; I w