The Other Woman in Our Marriage

My marriage to Ethan Cole, a man revered as a titan of industry, felt less like a partnership and more like a never-ending siege.

After years of fighting for even a sliver of his attention, I found him on the floor of his study, fixated on a small, wooden box.

Inside, nestled on velvet, were forbidden relics: a child's drawing, a pressed flower, and a faded photo of Olivia Vance, the girl he'd been raised with.

The raw, yearning expression on his face, a look he had never once given me, confirmed the crushing truth: his emotional unavailability was solely reserved for her.