He Spent a Year Paying a Doctor to Write Down a Fragile, Unstable Version of Me That Didn’t Exist — So When He Finally Set Me Aside, the Whole World Would Believe I’d Simply Come Apart on My Own

My quarrel was never with Sabrina, and it was certainly never with a four-year-old.

It was with the man who could look at a woman, a mistress, and a child, and see only a public-relations problem to be solved.

That is the thing I finally understood about Christian, lying there.

He did not have relationships.

He had assets, and liabilities, and a strategy.

And I had spent five years being managed as the most valuable asset of all, right up until the week I threatened to become a liability.

Chapter 5 — The Public Alibi