Vows Broken In Velvet

After I decided to forgive Grant for his affair, I started spending his money. I spent it with a vengeance.

Six-figure Birkin bags. Seven-figure diamond necklaces. I threw money at private runway shows like I was trying to bury my grief under a mountain of luxury goods.

Everyone in our circle thought I’d finally "seen the light." They thought I had accepted the unspoken contract of a billionaire’s wife: his heart might stray, but the credit card remains limitless.

Until I stumbled upon a post from his "little assistant."

Grant had taken her to a $30,000-a-night presidential suite.