That was the moment I stopped being his wife, some minutes before any lawyer or judge made it official.

It happened at a gate, with a small click, and then I walked toward my plane.

Chapter 2 — The Quiet Wife

For six years, Flynn had introduced me to rooms full of important people as his quiet wife — the one who preferred charity galas to boardrooms, who was happiest, he would say with a fond little smile that everyone read as devotion, staying out of the business so he could carry it.

People found it charming.