After My Husband Became Successful

After nine years of marriage, Andrew Thorne’s affairs had become routine, with mistresses coming and going like the seasons. I was no longer the Anne Hollister who’d beg and plead for him to change his ways every time I caught wind of his womanizing. He’d barely set sail on his yacht with some internet celebrity before I was off to the beach stargazing with another man. Later, when Andrew spotted me in that man’s arms, he lost it. His eyes blazed with fury as he confronted me. “Anne, I thought you loved me more than anything. “How could you be with another man?”