The Husband She Wrote Off

In Victoria Hayes’s eyes, I wasn’t her husband. I was a distressed asset waiting to be dealt with.

When I was sick and asked for help, she snapped:

“That’s a minor issue you should handle yourself. There’s no need to report it to me.”

When I broke down in tears, she reprimanded me:

“Losing control of your emotions exposes the weaknesses in our alliance. I’ll have my PR team teach you emotional management.”

Even the emergency call I made after my car accident was cut short:

“Nothing involving you warrants interrupting a deal worth hundreds of millions.”