She found me lying on the floor. No concern crossed her face. She nudged me with her foot.

"Keep faking."

She stepped over me and walked into the bathroom.

When she came back out, I still hadn't moved.

Only then did it dawn on her that something might actually be wrong. She fumbled for her phone and dialed 911.

The ambulance arrived, and she was about to ride along to the hospital. But then Gabriel called.

"Evie, I got bitten by a dog on my way home today. What if I get rabies? I'm so scared."

The color drained from Eve's face. She immediately switched to a soothing tone. "Don't worry, I'm coming right now!"

As she turned to leave, a nurse caught her arm.

"Your husband's severely anemic. You're not going with him?"

Eve's expression was frantic. She glanced at me, my face white as a sheet, and pulled her arm free.

"Someone else needs me. He's got you people. That's enough."

"Besides, he's probably faking it. I'm not forgiving him until he apologizes."

She hailed a cab and vanished into the night.

One of the male orderlies watched her go, then looked down at me with a sigh.

"If that were my wife, I'd have filed for divorce a long time ago."

By the time I woke up in the hospital, Gabriel had posted on social media again.

This time he was showing off a watch worth a million dollars.

The caption read: "Thank you to my generous boss lady for this gift. I'll repay you with every ounce of energy I have, every single day."

The comments underneath were a parade of sycophants.

"Only Gabriel could get this kind of attention from Ms. Pruitt!"

"Gabriel, when are you going to replace the husband so we can all come to the wedding?"

There were plenty more where those came from.

My expression didn't change. I closed the app.

A message from one of my people came through: a file. Eve's complete affair timeline.

Last June, while I was hospitalized, Eve and Gabriel had checked into a hotel together. The file included a photo of them in bed.

I remembered that we'd already been splitting everything fifty-fifty for four years by then, but Eve's growing impatience with me had left me craving even the smallest scrap of warmth.

So I'd called her. Told her I didn't have any money on me. Asked if she could come see me and help cover my medical bills.

She'd barely let me finish before hanging up.