The fifth time my husband stayed out all night, I didn’t call him—I opened his company’s Slack and told more than five hundred employees

things in a way that makes you comfortable. You had the company. The money. The family name. The important meetings. I had the house and the dinners and the wardrobe and the charity invitations.”

“Claire.”

“You thought I stayed because leaving you would cost me too much.”

“I never said that.”

“Your mother did.”

“What?”

“She asked if I understood what divorcing you would mean.”

He glanced helplessly at Mark before I continued.

“I understand perfectly.”

“What did you tell her?”

“The truth.”

“Which is?”

“That I was leaving.”

Aaron