Exit Protocol: A Wife's Escape
ry moment, every lie. The System had warned me that Mark was a 'relapse risk,' but I had
a way he never was to me. She was his past, his chaos, his 'wilder' sid
m all those years ago, marrying some rich old man and moving
self-destructive spiral, and I was the junior executive assigned to keep him in line. Then Emily walked in. She was vibrant,
ventures collapsed. I was the one who pulled him from the literal and figurative wreckage o
oman who had abandoned him. He spent months chasing he
ing her marriage. That was it. He was devastated. And in his devastatio
was a happy ending. I thought he had fin
turned to when the seas got too rough. And I, the fool, had accepted the role. I had traded m
ssion. I had done the work. I had fixed th
in was sharp, but beneath it, a cold, hard clarity began t
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