What changed was the frame.

For weeks I had been behaving like a wife in a love triangle — hurt, jealous, pleading, trying to win back a man’s affection as though affection were the prize and I the contestant.

And a love triangle is exactly the frame in which Spencer held every advantage, because it ran on emotion, and he had spent our whole marriage learning to manage my emotions the way a pilot manages instruments.

As long as I stayed inside that frame, I would lose, because he had built it and he owned it.