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I resigned. I traded my spreadsheets for sippy cups. When Tyler started kindergarten and I took on part-time remote bookkeeping to keep my mind sharp, Vincent dismissed it as a “hobby.” To him, I was part of the upholstery—functional, quiet, and utterly overlooked. He spent his evenings at “investor galas,” wearing a Rolex Submariner he’d bought to continue reading …
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