He chuckled. “You did lose, Maya.”
That should have broken me.
Six months ago, it nearly had.
Caleb had taken the house, the country club friends, the charity board invitations, and half the people who once kissed my cheek at parties. He told everyone I was unstable. Jealous. Bitter. He said I ruined the marriage because I couldn’t give him a child.
His mother, Eleanor Whitmore, helped him spread it.