Through Storms, Not Sunsets​

Summary

When I married Nathan Wittrock, he was just a kid with empty pockets.

Five years into our marriage, his startup took off, making him the new darling of the tech world.

I thought our struggles were finally over, that we had finally made it. But then one night, I saw him walking into a hotel, his arm wrapped around his young female assistant.

"Let's get a divorce."

The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Nathan just stared at me, his face a mask of disbelief.