Everyone in our circle knows I'm Adrian's caged bird, and the "bad woman" his son Miles hates most.
For Miles, I gave up my fellowship in Zurich and spent seven years playing housewife.
What did I get in return? Adrian took Sophie to gallery openings on our anniversary. Miles smashed cake in my face in front of everyone, calling me a frumpy housewife.
Adrian was certain I couldn't leave him. Certain I couldn't leave our son.
He threw the divorce papers on the table with a cold smile. "Sign this, and you lose everything. Including Miles."
He expected me to beg on my knees.
I didn't.
I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation.
"Fine, Adrian. You keep Miles. And I get to keep myself."
For just a moment, I saw shock flash in his eyes.
I heard later that Adrian searched for me like a madman, and the son he doted on cried and screamed for his mommy.
Too bad. I'd already burned it all down myself.
