“Is that what you think of me?” he said. “After everything I’ve built for us?” She apologized. Even though the question had felt reasonable when it formed in her chest. She told herself she was projecting. That success came with pressure. That marriages bent before they broke.
She stayed because she wanted to believe in the version of Vincent she’d married. The man who trusted her with his company. The man who used to say he couldn’t do any of it without her. And then, without warning, the divorce came.