I walked into my husband’s workplace on Valentine’s Day holding a romantic gift, only to see him proposing to his wealthy female boss while the staff cheered. He smirked at me, whispering, “You’re just a poor housewife, accept it.” I didn’t cry. I simply pulled out my phone, dialed the company’s majority shareholder, and whispered into the speaker…

Chapter 1: The Glass Citadel

I arrived carrying a vintage 1978 Rolex Daytona, two first-class tickets to Kyoto, and a foolish, unguarded smile that I simply could not banish from my face.

Our tenth anniversary had always been the unspoken finish line for Julian and me.

Not silver cufflinks. Not an expensive dinner. Kyoto.

For the better part of a decade,continue reading …