Reclaiming Myself After Divorce

In the seventh year of our marriage, my husband, Lewis, was entangled with his assistant.

Every time I caught him, he would tearfully promise to break it off, only to turn right around and go back to her.

The same drama played out dozens of times.

At the brand launch event, his assistant intentionally pushed me, spilling champagne all over my face.

Just as I was about to explain, Lewis rushed over to shield her and slapped me across the face.

"Miranda! You can't even hold a glass of champagne steady, and you dare to hit Natalie? Get the hell out!"

Dozens of executives and employees in the audience watched as I, the founder of the brand, was humiliated.

I clutched my face and suddenly burst out laughing.

"I can't stand myself either, for I should have divorced you long ago."

Next morning, the entire company received a notice.