ZELDA
THIS WAS IT. I'd decided and this would be the day I set my husband free. I hadn't thought of Ash as my other half until recently, and it hurt more than ever to realize I'd be letting him go. It was the right thing to do. I might be a cut-throat bitch in the boardroom, but when it came to the man I loved, I would be humane.
I played with the ring on my finger, noting that it didn't seem weird there anymore. I'd stopped taking it off. It'd been in place since the night Asher and I had made love. Yes, I'd turned into one of those fucking saps I went to high school with. All they would talk about was how perfect the moment was and that they were destined to be together... forever.
I yearned for that with my husband, but I still wasn't wife material. How could I be part of a marriage when the only example I had was a man who had nine wives and had screwed around on all of them?