My husband, Robert, was, is, and will always be a wise man. He started his business at the age of 26 with the right people, in the right market, and at the right time—he put in all his effort in order to achieve success. By the time I met him, he was 37 and already a well-established, prominent businessman with millions in the bank. He married young, but divorced only two years into the marriage after he caught his wife cheating with his best friend. This experience made it very difficult for him to trust me, making it the root of all of our troubles.
When I first met Robert, he was the perfect gentleman. In many ways, he reminded me of Derrick, except that Robert was truly there for me, day and night. No matter the hour, no matter the distance, Robert was there when I needed him to be. When my brother passed away unexpectedly, Robert was my rock—he helped me stay strong when I felt nothing but weakness. Perhaps I was vulnerable when I first met him and because of that, I just turned my back on things that later tormented and hurt our marriage. Or maybe things just changed after the wedding.
When Robert first asked me to sign a prenup, I agreed. The conditions of the prenup made me comfortable and I knew that I would never cheat on this man, so I could be entitled to many of the assets if the marriage failed. When I signed the prenup, I was madly in love and he reassured me that it was just to keep his assets safe. A lot of my friends and family told me to stand firm and not sign it, but the reality was that it seemed fair. The money he had built before we met was undoubtedly his. Anything he made while we were together, however, was fair game. The reality was that I was not out for his money; I was out for his love. I promised to love this man for the rest of my life and had every intention of doing just that.
When my ex, Derrick, followed me down the hallway that night at the restaurant, my heart began to race. I felt a rush of adrenaline run through my body—I was literally ecstatic to see him. He caught up to me in the hallway and grabbed my hand, just like old times. Our eyes met and I felt a warmth in my heart that I had not felt in years, not even with my husband. Derrick grabbed the back of my head, but as he leaned in to kiss me, I pulled away.
“I’m married now,” I said, hoping this would stop him.
“So?” he said as he pulled me close to him. “I was married before.” He tried to kiss me again, and again, I pushed him back.
“I haven’t talked to you in almost two years.” I raised my eyebrow to show him that I was upset.
“So let’s talk,” he interrupted. “Meet me at my OC office at two.” He winked and walked away. I watched him walk down the hallway and turn the corner. I felt giddy and confused. I had not seen this man for years. I thought I was over him and that I was happily married now. But seeing him in his usual suit, walking with his usual charm, and looking at me with eyes full of desire, I started to second-guess my marriage. I loved Robert, but seeing Derrick made me want to run right back into his arms.
The next morning, I got up, made Robert his breakfast, and did something I hadn’t done in a while—I went to the mall and bought a sexy outfit. I made sure the dress that I bought was red—it was Derrick’s favorite color on me. I bought a new pair of heels and strapped my Hermes bag on my shoulder. At ten past two, I was waiting for Derrick at his office.