Chapter 10

Those long days at New York Presbyterian gave me the one thing I desperately needed: clarity.

Funny how a brush with death puts everything in perspective. All those things that seemed earth shattering before? Now they felt like paper cuts compared to the simple gift of breathing

Before the crash, I was that typical Upper East Side wife oversensitive, anxious, perpetually seeking validation. When faced with betrayal, I’d been paralyzed by pain and doubt, too terrified to even acknowledge what was staring me in the face. Classic Emma Pierce, always overthinking, never acting

But nearly dying? That has a way of rearranging your priorities.

I understood something fundamental now: nothing – absolutely nothing–matters more than living authentically. Not your Architectural Digest worthy penthouse, not your carefully curated image, not even the man you thought would love you forever.

Living.

Really living.

in some gilded cage

Louboutins at any moment. It means facing betrayal and deception – even your darkest hours – and slowly, painfully finding the strength

agreement wasn’t some emotional decision. While Nathan was playing house in Greenwich, I had Sullivan & Cromwell draft an ironclad document. Mom’s initial angel investment in Pierce & Associates – that crucial 30% stake she

several

of Hermès Birkins, the Hamptons estate – Nathan could keep it all. Even the Cartier Love bracelet he’d locked on my wrist on

to waste it dealing with toxic people and their manufactured drama. I’d watched enough Upper East Side marriages dissolve into

prep the place after meeting with the lawyers. Walking in felt like stepping back in time –

wrapped in Mom’s old Frette sheets, I whispered into the darkness:

You’re whole on your own. And that’s

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Years of Love, Seven

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