I believed him.
We married two years later.
For a while, we were happy.
Or at least, I thought we were.
Brandon worked in business development and occasionally introduced me to prospective clients.
He attended company events.
Joined me at charity dinners.
And became familiar with the expensive world my firm operated in.
I never made him a shareholder.
He never held an executive position.
But I trusted him.
That trust was my greatest mistake.
Fourteen months before our divorce, I discovered he’d been having an affair with Savannah Pierce.
She was twenty-eight.
Beautiful.
A luxury lifestyle influencer who believed every expensive gift proved how much someone loved her.
Brandon told me I had become too focused on work.
That Savannah understood him.
That I no longer made him feel important.
I spent months trying to save our marriage.
Then I discovered he’d been telling Savannah that he would eventually own half my company.
