HE’S A MONSTER!’ — My husband erased me from the VIP list and walked into the Met Gala with his mistress, thinking I’d stay home like a good little housewife. But when I arrived in a $2M sapphire and a gown that cost more than his startup, the whole room stood up. I WASN’T JUST HIS WIFE—I WAS HIS BOSS. BUT DID HE LEARN?
— The phone buzzed on the garden bench, rattling against my trowel. I’d been planting hydrangeas. My hands were caked in dirt, my hair a mess, my heart full of the quiet peace I’d learned to build in the spaces Julian didn’t bother to visit. The screen lit up. VIP ACCESS REVOKED — ELARA THORN….
