I thought our anniversary dinner would save my marriage, but instead, my husband and his mother humiliated me in front of a crowd. I walked out in tears and straight into someone who would end up changing my life forever.
I’m Elizabeth, 32, and I’ve never been someone who believed in fate. I liked plans, order, and knowing what came next.
Maybe that’s why I became a financial analyst; spreadsheets made more sense to me than people ever did. But if someone had told me back then that one random Tuesday would change the course of my entire life, I probably would have laughed.
I’d almost skipped the dinner party. Work had drained me, my curls were a mess, and I’d just finished arguing with my dry cleaner over a ruined blazer.
