His Downfall, Her Freedom

Our ten-year anniversary party was supposed to be a celebration of us, but it felt like a monument to my husband Mark' s success, and my slow disappearance. I, Ava Green, the architect, had become Ava Thompson, the invisible hostess.

Then, he walked in, late as usual, his arm around his latest young "mentee," Chloe Davis. He introduced her to a room full of fawning investors, publicly parading her, barely even looking at me. "Ava, get Chloe a drink, will you?" he commanded, in front of everyone.