You're expecting a redemption story? don't. Everyone thinks getting married to a billionaire means heaven on earth, but nobody knew how my golden cage felt. I watched our golden matrimonial thread begin to fray—My husband changed completely after our third year. Cold sheets, empty nights, and a mistress he didn't bother to hide. My desire is a starving b***h! She led me to find warmth where I shouldn't— hands that wrecked me with addicting climaxes that burned away my loneliness, and things I'd never admit aloud—just to feel like a woman again. Secrets began piling, then came the coma and the begging. And I realized hate would've meant he still mattered. I felt nothing. He handed me a gold necklace, but I handed him papers, and left him a golden retriever. This isn't a love story. It's goodbye.