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

I answered it as gently as I could.

“I just don’t believe being sorry means I have to stay.”

I left him there.

Chapter 5: THE COST OF UNDERESTIMATING ME

Our divorce concluded without the spectacle people seemed to expect. There was no bitter courtroom showdown, no furious press conference, no attempt to seize Prescott Global or secretly claim Aaron’s trust. Nathan negotiated with his attorneys, and the prenuptial agreement remained enforceable. We each retained our premarital property; the Marblehead home was expressly confirmed as mine, and the assets we’d