Chapter 5

The glass towers of downtown LA gleamed in the afternoon sun as I stepped out of the Uber, my heels clicking against the polished marble of the Wilshire Boulevard high-rise. Twenty-four hours ago, I'd been Mrs. Alexandra Chen, half of the company's golden couple. Now I was just another woman walking into a divorce attorney's office with a suitcase full of broken dreams.

Rachel Wong's office occupied the entire forty-second floor, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city sprawling endlessly toward the Pacific. The receptionist, a polished woman in her thirties, directed me to a conference room where…