From 104 Degrees to Triumph: The Wife They Tried to Kill

My husband, Matthew, was on a ski trip with his mistress, and his assistant, Stella, sweetly told me the Henderson project needed sorting, fever or not.

When I tried to call in sick, Matthew scoffed, dismissing my 104-degree fever as "drama."

After eight years of being treated like dirt, humiliated and controlled by him, I calmly told him I wanted a divorce, but he only laughed, reminding me he paid for my ailing father' s expensive medical treatments.

Minutes later, a company-wide Slack poll popped up: "Is Gabrielle's divorce threat for real this time?"