She stared at him, trying to understand how their years of marriage had collapsed into a list. “You’ve already decided,” she said. “Yes,” Vincent replied calmly. “I think that’s obvious.” By the end of the week, Alexis understood what was happening. It wasn’t just the marriage.
Her access to accounts vanished first. Passwords changed. Authorizations revoked. Emails stopped coming. Conversations she used to be copied on moved forward without her. Her role in the company—the one she’d built from the inside out—evaporated without discussion, without acknowledgment.