Farewell at Dusk

In Brandon Vance’s eyes, I was never his wife. I was merely a toxic asset waiting to be written off.

When I fell sick and asked for help, he brushed me off with impatience:

"This falls under low-level issues you should resolve independently. No need to escalate it to me."

When I broke down in tears, he scolded me coldly:

"Losing control of your emotions only exposes the vulnerabilities of our strategic alliance. Starting next week, my PR team will train you in emotional regulation."