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

shared were divided under the agreement and our negotiated terms. I sought no company shares, family trust money, spousal support, or revenge disguised as a settlement. The document I’d left in the corporate lobby proved remarkably close to the one we eventually signed. That, I suspect, troubled Aaron more than an extravagant demand would have. I hadn’t wanted to strip him of his world. I only wanted to stop living in it.

Jasmine vanished from corporate gatherings for a while, but I neither asked about her nor followed her accounts.