Introduction

The Plaza gala reeked of lilies and old money, the clinking of teaspoons barely masking the tension.

My mother-in-law, Rosalynn, her eyes rimmed red, leaned forward and whispered, "He has another family, Gabrielle."

My world shattered. My husband Ethan, the Wall Street titan, had just bought a multi-million dollar Tribeca loft for Molly Clarkson, "The Sharkette."

We sat in that gilded cage, our perfect lives exposed as a cruel joke, bonded by a betrayal so deep it stole our breath.

They' d spin it as a "nervous breakdown" if we tried to leave, dragging us back into a more pitiful cage.

We were trapped, powerless, suffocating in a life that wasn't ours.

Only one way to be truly free, Rosalynn declared, looking at me with a new, dangerous fire. "We have to die."