You Chose Your First Love, So I Asked for a Divorce. What Do You Regret?

I spent six years repaying a debt of gratitude. I gave up my dream of a career in research and endured day after day of indifference and contempt, all so I could live with a clear conscience.

Then, on the night of my thirtieth birthday, I was locked in a storage room, listening as my wife and daughter celebrated another man outside the door. In that moment, the last thread holding all my beliefs together snapped.

I quietly gathered all the evidence, then cut ties once and for all at the board meeting. I wanted no handouts. I took only the dignity and talent that were mine.

Later, I founded my own tech company. When my past came knocking again, everyone wanted to know what I would choose...