This Time I'm the One Leaving

I spent ten years supporting my husband through building his startup.

The company finally went public.

My husband, Adrian Crawford, sent over a custom-made million-dollar gown, wanting to take me to the gala.

But I couldn't even fit into that dress.

I clutched the pregnancy test results in my pocket and asked for a divorce over the phone.

Adrian's assistant was crying her eyes out: "It's all my fault. I didn't ask for her measurements properly."

Adrian patiently comforted her for a long while, then turned to me and said, "Since that's the case, let Lily attend the gala in your place."