After I gave birth to our triplets, my husband shoved divorce papers at me. He

Over the following weeks, while tending to my newborns in the quiet hours of the night, I hatched a plan that would turn Mark’s world upside down. In those moments, with the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating my makeshift desk, I began writing with a fervor that I hadn’t felt since my university days. My laptop became my weapon, each keystroke a deliberate act of defiance against the man who thought he could simply discard me.

I titled my project “The CEO’s Playbook for Ruin”—a thinly veiled exposé of Mark’s life. It was a novel, yes, but it was also a calculated strike. The story revolved around a power-hungry CEO, blinded by ambition and vanity, who builds his empire at the expense of those closest to him. It detailed the unraveling of his life, his public façade crumbling as his personal transgressions came to light.