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Lily, my husband Ethan's secretary, sent me a photo. In the photo, my husband was sound asleep, covered with my coat. The caption read: "Emma, Ethan had too much to drink. He's staying at my place tonight." I stared at the photo for three seconds, then smiled. With a light tap of my finger, I screenshotted the photo and chat record, then sent them both to the company's group chat of nearly a thousand employees. "Congratulations to Lily on her successful promotion to CEO's wife." Send. Power off. All in one smooth motion. Two days later when I turned my phone back on, hundreds of missed calls nearly crashed it. In the photo, my husband Ethan was sleeping peacefully, his profile pressed against the pure white hotel pillow. I stared at that coat. That morning before leaving, I'd personally helped Ethan put it on. I smiled. I didn't reply, just took a screenshot. Then sent it to the company's thousand-person work group. "Congratulations to Lily on her successful promotion to CEO's wife." Then I turned off my phone. The world went quiet. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, the city lights merged into a silent ocean. I walked to the wine cabinet and