He Paraded His Mistress and Swore He’d Never Divorce Me. So I Stopped Competing and Started Calculating

“I knew you’d come, Cordelia.”

“I came,” I said, “because your attorney said you had something you needed to tell me.”

He drew a long, shaking breath.

“Thank you.”

I had not expected that word.

“For what?”

“Because you could have destroyed me,” he said, with a dry, bitter laugh.

“You had the photographs.