She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

enough to mention it.

At thirty-four, Graham was the golden son of a family whose fortune had started in railroads, survived in real estate, and was currently drowning in private debt.

I learned that later.

After the wedding.

After the vows.

After Patricia Whitmore smiled in St. Bartholomew’s and whispered, “You saved us,” as if it were a compliment.

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