She Built Him, Then She Destroyed

I built my husband' s career from nothing. I was the architect of his rise, the woman who would make him mayor. But the one thing I didn't plan for was the cheap perfume on his collar-the scent of our new intern.

When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. He called me a burden.

"She's simple," he said. "She's not... complicated like you."

He claimed the affair was a necessary escape so he could tolerate coming home to me.

Then, when his campaign fraud was exposed, he tried to pin it on his mistress and used the deepest wound of my life-my brother's death, which he caused-to demand I clean up his mess.

He looked at me, the man I had sacrificed everything for, and warned me not to "fall apart on him now."

He wanted me to bury the scandal. I looked him in the eye and agreed.

"Fine," I said. "I'll bury it."

He didn't realize I meant I would bury him.