I raised his daughter as my own.
I built our family while he built the company that would eventually make us rich.
For twenty-two years, I never once thought of myself as Keith’s
second
wife.
Then his first wife came back.
Three days after his company went public.
Sherry says she only wants a second chance with the daughter she abandoned. April wants answers, and I refuse to stand in her way.
But little by little, Sherry starts taking up space in our lives.
Then in our family.
Then in my marriage.
And every time I object, Keith asks me to be gracious.
Understanding.
Less jealous.
Until our daughter’s wedding, when he asks me to move over one final time.
And says the one thing I may never be able to forgive.
This isn’t a story about another woman stealing my husband.
It’s about my husband forgetting who stood beside him when there was nothing worth stealing.
