Chapter 2

"Babe, sometimes personal sacrifices are needed for the company," Mark said later, his arm around my shoulders, a gesture that felt more like a restraint.

"You're my wife; you get it. This is for us, for DreamWeaver."

I nodded, a small, tight movement. I got it, alright.

Later that night, I couldn't sleep. I opened Instagram.

Chloe' s stories were a flood of images. Her and Mark, beaming, clinking champagne flutes at the Jackson Hole resort. The fireplace roaring behind them. Selfies captioned #PowerCouple and #ClosingDeals.

The resort room looked suspiciously like the suite I had picked out, the one with the balcony overlooking the mountains.

My stomach twisted.

He didn't know that the "new vendor agreements" he'd signed last week, while distracted by a call from Chloe about her "urgent need for a new company laptop," were actually legal separation papers. My lawyer, a sharp woman named Ms. Albright, had them notarized and filed.

He also didn't know I' d accepted a senior producer role at Titan Interactive, a major corporation, stable and respectful. The offer letter, with a salary figure that made my eyes water, was saved on my personal drive.

The social media sting wasn't a surprise, just a confirmation. It solidified everything. My focus shifted. No more fighting for DreamWeaver, no more fighting for Mark. It was time to fight for Sarah.