He Paraded His Mistress and Swore He’d Never Divorce Me. So I Stopped Competing and Started Calculating
“What is this, Cordelia?” Spencer said, tight.
“It’s just what it looks like.”
He looked at me as though I had wounded him.
“You and I swore an oath, Cordelia.
For life.”
My attorney lifted an eyebrow.
“For the record, Mr.
Halstead, it was your own board of directors that recommended you formalize a quiet divorce, to limit the reputational damage from the public scandal.”