My husband faked amnesia to promote his mistress to VP. In front of the whole board, he called her his wife and told me to hand over my projects and get out.
I’d already overheard his plan. He’d keep up the act for a week, then suddenly “remember” me and sweet-talk me into coming back. We’d built that company together. I signed my resignation papers on the spot and asked for a divorce.
While I was packing to move out, he held up our wedding photo. “When did we take this?”
I didn’t even look up. “It’s fake. I Photoshopped it.”
