The Real Heiress He Threw Away

Summary

In our social circle, I was the gilded canary everyone pretended to pity while secretly envying down to their marrow.

My husband brought home the bacon—or so the narrative went—while Martha kept the house immaculate, leaving me with the exhausting burden of looking breathtaking and spending money. I bought Himalayan crocodile bags without asking for the price tag and ordered six-figure custom Italian leather sectionals without blinking.