phy husband," a stay-at-home dad married to t

his wife's success, a gold-digger who

ot entire

satisfaction with my domestic performance. Our marriage is a five-year co

e just part of the job description. I handle it with a

ations, a FinTech startup that is curren

ir outside Jocelyn's movie trailer, holding a thermos of homem

rarely uses with me, mixed with the flirtatious banter of her lead actor, Matthew. H

ps out, a smug grin on his face. He looks me

is voice loud enough for the nearby repor

mera goes off nea

ey. "She's a real tiger in there. You must have your hands full

job is to be a prop, a symbol of Jocelyn's p

he attention of the paparazzi. I wait a

he cold outside. Jocelyn is on her phone,

" she says, h

was just

her eyes cold and appra

for me to feed it to her, her attention already back on the script in he

way. "That's enough. You waited for forty-se

imes, and my own phone buzzes in my

nsfer: $50,000.00

ssing me without another g

e cold and the flashing cameras. This is my life. A se

e empire I'm building, an empire that will one day