Kim is one hell of a persistent b***h.
When Dess didn’t return that night, I was neck-deep, desperately trying to find her.
At first, it was all about the business.
I needed her if I wanted to keep growing my wealth—she couldn’t just go poof at her own convenience.
This made it beyond important that we stayed married.
My desperation to get her back only grew by the hour.
Every failed business venture fed it.
Every evening without Fitzroy reporting on Mrs. Vanhook’s activities multiplied it.
Every day without getting a glimpse of her face festered it into something darker.
It became an ache, a gnawing void, a dependence I couldn’t explain, yet couldn’t shake.
This marked the doom of my relationship with Kim.
I was irritable and needed space.
Kim was compliant—sweet little angel
