The champagne was still flowing from our New Y()rk Stock Exchange celebration when the man who had promised to marry me handed thirty percent of our company’s shares to another woman. I stood there with prescription stomach medicine in my hand, watching Marcus smile at her the way he used to smile at me. Seven years of sleepless nights, hospital visits, and sacrifices had brought us to this moment, and somehow I had become the only person in the room who didn’t belong.
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