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The room was still laughing when I decided my marriage was over. My husband, Daniel Bennett, stood beneath a chandelier at a Baltimore hotel, one hand around a champagne flute and the other resting on my shoulder as if I were part of the furniture. “Claire’s been very supportive,” he told the forty people gathered for his promotion party. “Of course, outside of cooking, there really isn’t much she can do.”
Chapter 2 For most of our marriage, Daniel believed I did occasional consulting from home. I never told him that, but I allowed the assumption...
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