Seven Years as the Billionaire's Invisible Wife

Synopsis

In the seventh year of my marriage, I found an email in my husband's desk. It had been sent two days before he proposed to me. It only took a few lines for me to finally understand why he had never truly loved me. Downstairs, my six-year-old son was clutching a robot another woman had given him and screaming at me. "I don't want you! I want Fiona!" Blaine did not scold him. He simply picked up his phone and, with a tenderness I had not heard in years, asked that woman if she had made it home safely. That night, I packed his suitcase as usual and prepared our son's medication. Then I took off my wedding ring and left it in the guest room. The next morning, neither of them looked back as they left. That was fine. Because by the time they came home, I would be gone.