---- Nadine in my arms. Me, kneeling in the rain, begging a stranger to save my baby. Me, sobbing in the ER hallway with Nadine's lifeless body, while the doctor tried to hold it together. Me, pressing the cremation button-watching her turn to ash. The whole office went dead silent. As the whispers about me being a mistress kept flying, new voices slowly cut through the noise. "Whatever happened, that kid didn't deserve it." "Danielle might've looked like the office flirt, but she clearly loved her daughter. Yeah, being a side chick sucks, but come on-her kid died. Show some damn humanity." The narrative started to shift. ---- But it wasn't enough. They needed to know the truth-I wasn't some affair. Nadine wasn't born out of wedlock. So I put together a thirty-page presentation. Laid it all out: how Gerard and I grew up together, how we got married, how it all fell apart. Dozens of photos. And at the end? A copy of our marriage certificate. I sent it to the entire company. Busch Corp went dead quiet. Meanwhile, Peggy was still holed up at home, playing the victim. Her once sugar-coated feed full of "happy couple" posts? ---- Yeah, that turned into a warzone. My presentation leaked online and lit up the internet. People were furious- dragging mistresses and cheaters left and right. But it still wasn't enough. Not even close. When the scandal hit full blast, I made a nameless account on social. Then tagged Gerard's verified profile. [Gerard Busch, hurry up and divorce me. Every day our names are linked makes me sick.]