Four Years a Perfect Lie

For four years, my husband doted on me. All of New York knew he loved me for life.

I knew our marriage was a joke when his stepsister became the star of a fashion show. She was wearing my original, unpublished design.

He'd kept me from the shows, always insisting I needed rest.

He was just afraid I would steal her spotlight.

That night, I felt the necklace he never took off. Engraved on it was the letter 'Z'.

Her name.

The next day, he left me on our yacht until dawn to celebrate with her.

I made one last call.

She answered. "Give it up. He's not coming home tonight. I lent him to you for four years, and you couldn't even keep him."

I walked to the stern.

Our four-year marriage was a lie. So I would disappear completely.

Three days later, everyone believed I was dead.