the new label, the one she' d created for me. I was using her laptop to look up some old

-protected. I tried the usual things: her birthday, our annive

s gra

ideo files, each a timestamped recording. I clicke

he video was raw, explicit, and utterly devastating. But it

ing as she adjusted the camera. "Ethan's too trust

e. "And what about this baby? Yo

e prenup gets complicated. I'll get you that house in the Hills, I'll fund your

video, and another. It was a timeline of their affair, spanning months.

adored, was a stranger. A cold, calcu

way to keep me busy and distracted while she built

m. The silence of our Nashville mansion was deafening. Every photo on the