“And your savings?”
“Divided down the middle.”
Jennifer went completely silent, swirling the wine in her glass.
“What?” Solomon asked, getting defensive. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the apartment?”
“It’s not that, Solomon.”
“Then bring your luggage over. I cleared space in the closet for you.”
She looked at the two small empty shelves in the narrow closet. “My things aren’t going to fit in here.”
“We’ll make it work.”
“I’m not staying tonight,” Jennifer said, setting her glass down on the counter.
Solomon stared at her, stunned. “We’ve spent eighteen months talking about how amazing things would be once I was finally single!”
“You spent eighteen months talking about that,” she corrected him smoothly.
“You said you wanted to stop hiding!”
“I said I didn’t want to be a secret mistress anymore, Solomon. That’s not the same thing.”
Solomon’s face hardened. “After everything I sacrificed to be with you, you’re not even going to move in?!”
Jennifer’s expression turned ice-cold. “Don’t you dare put your choices on me, Solomon. You cheated on your wife because you wanted to. You manually turned off those security cameras. You let your mother take your sick child out of his own home. You chose to build a mountain of lies.”
“It’s very convenient for you to preach morality now!”
“What was hard was listening to you rant for months about how ‘dead’ your marriage was while you were living in a massive suburban home, driving a luxury family vehicle, and taking me out to expensive dinners with money you claimed you were saving for our future.”
Solomon had no answer.
Jennifer picked up her leather purse. “I need space to think.”
“Think about what?!”
“About whether I actually love you, Solomon, or if I just loved the fairy-tale life you promised me.”
She walked out, slamming the door behind her.
The professional fallout followed swiftly. Two weeks later, Solomon sent an incorrect campaign deck to one of the agency’s most valuable corporate clients. His managing director called him into the corner office.
“I don’t care about your messy personal life or your pending divorce, Solomon,” his boss said flatly. “What I care about is that you’ve dropped the ball three times this month. You’re off the account.”
Solomon lost his primary client roster and a substantial portion of his annual commission structure.
