Screw the Diamonds, I'm Done.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Wright Charlotte, was not with me.

His private jet had taken him and his assistant to a Michelin-starred restaurant instead.

When he returned, he presented me with an exquisite blue diamond ring to make amends.

"Rannie, darling. I'm just so buried in work."

The next day, I saw a limited-edition vintage sports car, far more valuable, parked in his assistant's designated spot.

Then, they made love in my house while I was sleeping.

To keep me pacified, Wright drowned me in luxury.

The haute couture gowns and exclusive handbags felt like a mockery.

I glanced at the calendar.

The countdown began: fourteen days.

Before I left, I prepared a gift for my husband and give him a ... surprise.