Mr. Cinderella

After I landed a $300 million deal for the company, my CEO husband Grayson Whitmore was absolutely “thrilled.” He promised to get me a watch to celebrate, then grabbed a Sharpie and doodled a cartoon watch on my wrist.

“Babe, things have been tight this year. I’ll make it up to you with a real one next year, I promise.”

Then I stumbled across his secretary’s Instagram. There was Grayson at some high end auction, bidding on a $100 million limited edition watch for her. Her caption read:

“When someone really loves you, they give you something no one else has.” 

Suddenly it all made sense. The company wasn’t broke–I just wasn’t worth it.

I didn’t throw a fit, just quietly hit the like button.

Ivy’s Instagram comments went absolutely wild.

Within minutes, Grayson was blowing up my phone:

“Celeste, come on, you know it’s not what it looks like! I only got her that thing to keep the team motivated, you know how it is.”

“Look, just unlike that post and maybe comment something to clear this up? I’ll book us that honeymoon we’ve been talking about, deal?”

But I was done swallowing his empty promises.

‘Don’t bother. Let’s divorce.”