The Unseen Hand of Sterling

table lunch for my wife, Olivia. It was meant to show my unwavering s

," and she was gone. Moments later, I saw it: her Instagram, smugly captioning a brisket sandwich, while her assistant

defended Mark, even accusing me of being "childish." Later, in a fit of rage, she shattered our anniversary sculpture

ntity. My devotion wasn't just unappreciated; it was actively repurposed for another man' s gain, treated as wor

rned, catching her laughing intimately with Mark and her own mother dismissing my pain, I knew. The shattered wedding