The Kept Man's Ruin

Summary

I was with my fiancé, picking out a wedding gift to ourselves in a new high-rise, when I ran into the kind of real estate agent who keeps a different face for every occasion.

First, she was all over my fiancé, praising him as a titan of industry for pulling up in a Rolls-Royce.

Then, she was in my ear, whispering that my designer bag was a cheap knockoff, that I was just another wannabe socialite who could get a condo just by batting her eyelashes.

When she found out we were shopping for our marital home, she made sure the whole showroom could hear her when she said, “You know, I thought…