As the BBQ night drew to a close and the rest of them retired to their own quarters, Madelyn found herself unable to sleep. She reached for her phone and summoned the maid, asking them to bring another glass of her finest Tuscan red.
Glancing at the clock, Madelyn noted that it was already two in the morning. Yet, in New York, it was still only eight o'clock in the evening. Seized by a sudden impulse, she decided to call her husband, Anthony.
Anthony had always been a trusted confidante, someone who could offer Madelyn a different perspective and unwavering support, no matter the circumstances. Their marriage was not defined by traditional power dynamics, for Anthony had never cared about Madelyn's superior earning power. When her father had insisted on a prenuptial agreement, Anthony had readily agreed, stating that he had married Madelyn for love, not for her wealth.
