For the first time since our wedding, I felt less like the owner of a house than a guest asking whether he belonged there.

“I wrote you a letter before we signed the marriage agreement,” Meredith said.

“I asked your office to deliver it privately.

I told you that if you wanted to back out, I would accept it.

I also told you there was more behind my answer than the factory.”

“I never saw it.”

“I know that now.

Back then, your executive assistant told me you’d read it and wanted to keep things strictly professional.”