Cole gave me a casual glance, grabbed his coat without a care, and brushed right past me. "Bianca, you're not a kid anymore. You'll be forty next year. Stop messing around with this kind of joke. We've been married for twenty years. If we get divorced now, what will all the media outlets and business partners out there think of me?"
I let out a cold, bitter laugh.
Yeah. That was the ugly, unvarnished truth of where things stood between Cole and me.
Everything had started going off the rails the day our startup took off.
Ten years back, I'd closed a game-changing partnership deal single-handedly, and our tiny little company blew up overnight to become the top industry player in the whole city. But when it came time to hand out executive roles, Cole and I butted heads hard.
I wanted to
