When my mother-in-law tore my white dress in the middle of the kitchen, she screamed, “My son pays for everything in this house!” My husband stood by her without saying a word.

it all by yourself?” he snapped. “Customers trusted this company because I knew how to talk to them. Men liked dealing with me. You were too cold, too intense, too obsessed with control.”

I looked at the red recording light on the table.

“Thank you,” I said.

His eyes followed mine.

Too late.

Helen opened the last folder.

“This is an email Daniel sent to continue reading …