I DRANK FROM MY HUSBAND’S GLASS AT HIS COMPANY—AND HIS SECRETARY SLAPPED ME… THEN HE WALKED IN AND EVERYTHING CHANGED.

He was the one waiting.

And I realized something in that moment.

I hadn’t come here to be seen.

I had come to understand.

And now—

So did he.

After a second, I picked up my bag.

And walked past him.

Out of the kitchen.

Not as Emily Brooks.