My Husband Chose His First Love, I Chose My Billion-Dollar Empire

The day my appendicitis flared up, I was in agonizing pain.

The doctors said I needed immediate surgery, but they required next-of-kin authorization on the insurance paperwork, and I was in too much pain to think.

I called my husband, Ethan, dozens of times, but every single call went unanswered.

It wasn't until my best friend, Sarah, rushed over from thirty miles away that I was finally wheeled into the operating room.

When the anesthesia wore off, I lay in the hospital bed, pale and drained.

My phone buzzed. An Instagram notification popped up with a video from Melody.