Game Over, Mr. CEO

My husband Mark and I built DreamWeaver Games from a college dorm room.

He was the CEO, I was the lead developer – the one who actually made the games.

Our company was our dream, our life, for years.

But then, he started spending company money, our money, on lavish gifts and dinners for Chloe, our flirty PR manager.

When I questioned the "marketing expenses," he gave me the silent treatment for three months.

One morning, he dangled a brochure for a luxury resort, promising a "reconnecting" getaway – only to cancel last minute.