SOPHIA LANCASTER The crystal flute felt cold against my palm. As the glittering gowns and tailored tuxedos parted and swirled across the ballroom, my eyes were fixed on a single person. Daniel, my husband had his arm wrapped around her waist, his head bent low as he whispered something into her ear. She laughed and threw her head back. It was the same woman I had found him with in our summer house just last week.I had walked in on them, there was no shame, no apologies, just later that night, he had laid out his grand solution which wasn't a divorce, not a promise to change, but a proposition of an open marriage."It's modern, Soph," he'd said, his voice casual as if suggesting we try a new restaurant. "We'd have our freedom, but everything all stays intact."My world had tilted, was that my worth? After five years of marriage, after shelving my own ambitions to build his, after being his shadow partner, his strategist, his ghostwriter, his everything... my reward was to be offered
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