After the divorce, I had joined Rhodes Capital as chief regulatory counsel.

Two years later, reading the paperwork, checking the documents, doing the unglamorous work he had mocked, I uncovered a fraudulent acquisition structure that saved the firm nearly ninety million dollars.

I became a partner.

And then, some time after that, I married the man who ran it.

Marcus knew none of this, because five years earlier I had made one deliberate and permanent decision: I stopped explaining myself to people who were committed to underestimating me.

I had let him keep his comfortable picture.