The Capitol Wife's Revenge

For five years, I played the silent partner to Matthew's rising political career, sacrificing my MFA, my novel, and my own dreams for his ambition.

Our grand Georgetown apartment, that rich smell of my slow-cooked short ribs—it used to be the scent of home.

Then came the text: "Completely buried. Not going to make it home."

An hour later, scrolling in my dark apartment, I saw the Instagram post.

Matthew, arm casually draped behind his young, beaming mentee, Gabrielle, at a dive bar.

"Grateful to have a mentor who gets that the real work happens after hours."