“You look like a scarecrow.
Unkempt, sloppy, completely abandoned.
You’ve become repulsive to me and you’re ruining my image.”
“A CEO at my level,” he continued smoothly, adjusting his platinum cufflinks, “a man building a multibillion dollar company under constant public scrutiny, needs a wife who reflects success, vitality, power, sophistication, not this deterioration.”
I blinked slowly, too drained to summon anger, my voice rasping from sleepless nights as I whispered, “Mark, I gave birth to three of your children six weeks ago.
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