My father was having an affair with my fiancee the night before the wedding. I kept up the pretense, I had a plan.
At thirty-two, my life had been an orchestrated success story. I prided myself on meticulous planning, precision execution, and flawless timing. My career in project management wasn’t just a job; it was how I controlled chaos. Everything in my life—my six-figure salary, my sleek Lincoln Park condo, the fastidious schedule leading up to my wedding—was … Read more