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After three years of marriage to Richard, who was nine years older than I, I walked into his office and caught him pinning another woman to his desk. He buttoned up his shirt and glanced at me. "Claire, stop making a scene. You're still a kid." I didn't say a word. I signed the divorce papers. Two years later, in the front row at Fashion Week, I caught him in the crowd, staring at me with nothing but regret in his eyes. But the man by my side was better looking, wealthier, and loved me more than he ever could.