The Life We Built
When Matt and I met, I already had a thriving tech startup in downtown Chicago.
I was making more money than I’d ever dreamed of, with a beautiful home in the suburbs.
I was tired of dating men who felt threatened by my independence.
I suspected Matt wanted me for stability, not love. But I convinced myself we could build a life anyway.
I wasn’t naïve—I had an ironclad prenup. He never argued, which told me everything.
For nineteen years, we played the respectable couple. Weekend brunches, Hawaii vacations, dinner at trendy spots.
People called us “stable,” “mature,” “the perfect team.”
But behind Matt’s easy smile, I sensed calculation—like my success was just his comfort.
