At 30,000 feet, I caught my husband with his secretary—but by the time we landed, he had lost everything.

just Ryan’s wife. I was Claire Morgan, thirty-two years old, operations director at one of Boston’s most respected construction firms.

I handled contracts, budgets, legal reviews, vendors, and crises. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was stop a collapse before it crushed the wrong person.

And this time, the structure collapsing was my marriage.continue reading …