She Got The Birkin I Got His Company

My tenth-anniversary gift from my husband was a tube of Chanel hand cream.

Our son, in a fit of mischief, scrambled onto my vanity while I wasnt looking. He squeezed it with all his might, and the expensive cream pooled on the floor like a tragic, pearlescent tear.

It was the thought that counted, I told myself. So that same day, I drove to the nearest Nordstrom to buy a replacement.

The saleswoman gave me a pitying once-over, her eyes scanning my practical jeans and worn-out flats. She shook her head.

Maam, we dont sell this hand cream individually.

Her voice was soft, but the words were sharp. Your friend must not have explained when they gave it to you. The tube youre holding its a complimentary gift. It comes with the purchase of our newest Birkin bag.

1

The proof of my husbands betrayal walked right up to my table the very next day.

The girlhis assistanthad a triumphant look in her eyes.

You should leave Ethan, she said, without any preamble. Youre not on his level anymore.

I took a slow sip of my coffee. Ambition is a good thing in a young woman. But does your boss know youre running around playing this little game?

Brooke hesitated for a fraction of a second. Of course, he knows. Hed be with me already if you werent dragging him down, refusing to let go.

She leaned forward, her voice a venomous whisper. Im younger. Im prettier. I understand him better than you do. Why shouldnt it be me at his side?

I looked at her face, perfectly sculpted with makeup, her almond eyes wide with a practiced fury. She was beautiful. There was no denying it.

But so was I, ten years ago.

We all get old, I said, the words feeling tired in my mouth. Do you really think youll stay young forever?

Ive been with Ethan for fifteen years. Weve been married for ten. Our lives, our assets, everything is tied together. What, exactly, are you bringing to the table?

Brooke, sitting across from me, suddenly smiled. A slow, cruel curve of her lips.

Is that so? Hows the hand cream, by the way?

My breath caught. My eyes darted involuntarily to the new, caramel-colored handbag sitting beside her on the bench.

I bet you dont even know thats called a Birkin, she continued, her voice dripping with condescension. The latest model. I mentioned I wanted it, and Ethan bought it for me the next day.

It came with a little gift set of hand creams. I picked out the scent I hated the most and told him to give it to whoever. I guess that was you.

She casually lifted a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a diamond-encrusted watch on her slender wrist. The design was painfully familiar.

My stomach dropped.

I had that exact watch saved in my online shopping cart. Id look at it every night before bed, a secret little indulgence. But with our son Liams private school tuition rivaling a mortgage, I could never justify the expense. It was a waste of money, Id told myself.

A few weeks ago, Ethan had presented it to me. Our ten-year anniversary. Id refused, pushing the box back into his hands. Liams expenses are only going to go up. I barely go anywhere fancy. Please, just return it.

Hed thought for a moment, then pulled the tube of hand cream from his suit pocket and gave it to me instead.

I thought hed returned the watch. I never imagined hed just given it to someone else.

I stared at Brookes perfectly curled eyelashes, my own reflection hazy in the cafe window behind her. I could see the fine lines around my eyes, the exhaustion etched into my face.

She was right. Men hit their prime in their thirties, turning into silver foxes. And me? What did I have to show for the last decade, besides a child and a growing sense of irrelevance?

2

I drove home in a daze, her words echoing in my head.

When I pushed open the door, Ethan was on the floor, laughing and playing with Liam. Hed finally wrapped up a massive project at work, and for the first time in months, our home was filled with the sound of a father and son.

I had treasured these fleeting moments. Id cook his favorite meals, timing them perfectly for his arrival.

But today, my rare trip out had broken the routine. He looked up and smiled.

Whered you go today? Cant believe youd abandon our little guy like that. Youre a mean mommy! he teased. Right, Liam?

Our son nodded solemnly. Mommys mean! Didnt play cars with me!

A wave of fatigue washed over me.

And what about you, Ethan? My voice was flat. When youre working late, are you really thinking about providing for this family? Or are you thinking about how to get closer to your little secretary?

Ethans smile vanished. He put down the Lego brick in his hand.

In the next second, he waved over the nanny. Liam, Mommy and Daddy need to talk. Why dont you go play in your room for a bit?

Once Liam was gone, his expression turned serious. He walked over, putting his hands on my shoulders. Alice, whats wrong? Who have you been talking to?

I let out a cold, bitter laugh. What, I dont have eyes? I cant see whats right in front of my face? What is going on between you and your assistant?

Ethan sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Shes just a kid from the new team. Ive been mentoring her. Thats it.

Just mentoring? Not sleeping with her? Nothing else?

I studied his face, still as handsome as the day I met him. God, life had been kind to him. The years had barely touched his features, only softening the sharp edges of his youth into a mature, powerful charm.

Money, power, a family. Did he have so much that he needed the thrill of something new? I asked him as much.

Ethan had always been gentle, patient. Even after Liam was born and I was drowning in postpartum complications, battling a depression that felt like a thick fog, he had been my rock. He held me, coaxed me back to myself, and helped me navigate the disorienting transition from woman to mother.

But today, the look in his eyes was different. It was annoyed.

What is this about, Alice? What are you trying to start now?

Youre the one who said I work too much, that I dont have time for you and Liam. So I pulled a month of all-nighters just to clear my schedule for a few days. And now that Im finally home, you want to fight?

His face was a mask of disbelief. I just stared at him.

So tell me, I said quietly. Why does she get the Birkin, and I get the free sample?

It was her birthday, and shes had a great quarter. Is it wrong for a boss to buy his employee a gift? he shot back, his voice rising. Youre at home all day with nothing to do, so you decide to invent problems? To come after me?

Perhaps he saw the look on my face, because his tone softened slightly. He reached for me again. Besides, I bought you the watch you wanted. Youre the one who turned it down.

Honey, Im sorry, okay? Can we just drop this? Dont be angry.

There it was. His classic move. Whenever he didnt want to talk, hed apologize first, shutting down the conversation before it could even begin.

I thought of all the years Id poured into this family, managing his life, raising our son, only for him to dismiss it all with a single, careless phrase.

At home all day with nothing to do.

Just then, Liam ran out from his room and hugged my leg. Mommy, dont be mad at Daddy. Daddy works so hard. Can you please stop being cranky?

I looked at the two of them, my husband and my son, and a profound weariness settled into my bones.

Before I could say another word, Ethan scooped Liam into his arms. See? Liam gets it. Come on, buddy, lets go finish that Lego castle.

He walked away without a backward glance.

The nanny stood awkwardly in the hallway. Mrs. Miller

I just waved a hand, dismissing her. You can go home early tonight.

3

That night, Ethan didnt come to the master bedroom.

He always did this. He had no patience for making up. Hed offer a small, flimsy olive branch, and if I didnt immediately take it, hed snatch it back.

It used to be the study. Now that we had Liam, it was our sons room. He called it father-son bonding time. A convenient excuse. No matter how furious I was, I could never bring myself to drag him out of there in front of our child, to ruin his image as the perfect father.

I lay in our king-sized bed, staring at the cold, empty ceiling.

This wasnt just paranoia.

I didnt know when it started, but Ethan began coming home later and later. The excuse was always the same: work. One night, I couldnt take it anymore. On the pretense of bringing him dinner, I went to his office.

And I saw her. Brooke.

Her long, silky hair fell over his shoulder as she leaned in to point at a document, and neither of them seemed to notice or care.

Watching them, a siren went off in my head.

That was when I started insisting. No matter what, you need to come home earlier.

If you dont get home soon, Id joked, trying to keep my tone light, Liams going to forget what his daddy looks like.

Back then, Ethan had just smiled indulgently. Alright. Whatever my wife says, goes.

Fifteen years together, ten years married. I had always believed we were best friends, perfect partners.

When did that change?

Was this just what happened to middle-aged couples? Constant friction, endless arguments, staying together for the kids?

Maybe I really was overthinking the bag.

The next morning, I got up early. I made his favorite dessert, a rich crme br?le Id perfected back when we were dating, and had our driver take me to his office.

When we were eighteen, we were inseparable. He sat behind me in calculus, always tugging gently on my ponytail and passing me a bottle of iced tea. We started dating in college, and on a sweltering summer trip to New Orleans, we discovered a little cafe that made the most incredible crme br?le. It became our thing. For years, no argument was so big it couldnt be soothed by the crack of caramelized sugar.

The last time wed fought this badly was three years ago. Hed been giving me the silent treatment for days. But when I held a spoonful of the dessert up to his lips, hed opened his mouth.

Some people, Id teased him then, are thirty years old and still have a sweet tooth.

He had taken my hand. Its not that I have a sweet tooth. Its that I love you. And because I love you, Im willing to let this sweetness be enough of a reason to forgive you.

4

When I arrived at the office, I headed for the private elevator, but the receptionist at the front desk stopped me.

Maam, you cant go up without an appointment.

I balanced the insulated bag in my hand and gave her a polite smile. Its alright, Im here to see the CEO. Im his wife.

Ive never heard that the CEO was married, she said, her expression blank. Then, it shifted into a look of smug disdain. Oh, another one trying to claim a connection.

You can wait over there, but honestly, without an appointment, youre not getting in. Besides, she added, lowering her voice conspiratorially, the CEO is basically taken. Youve heard of his assistant, Brooke, right? Brilliant girl, top of her class. Shes been chasing him for ages, and even she hasnt sealed the deal. Id just give up if I were you.

I stood there, a cold dread creeping up my spine.

Finally, I reached into my purse and pulled out the spare key card Ethan had given me ages ago.

In front of the receptionists stunned face, I swiped it and the doors to the executive elevator slid open.

The elevator didnt open directly into his office; you had to walk through the executive wing first. Usually, it was quiet up here. Today, I could hear a group of people laughing and talking, huddled around someones desk.

Brooke, youre a miracle worker! Thanks to you, the afternoon snack budget has tripled!

Seriously, we used to get granola bars. Now its lattes and cupcakes every day. The boss is really pulling out all the stops to make you happy!

What can we say? The mans got a favorite!

Brooke, surrounded by her admirers, blushed demurely.

And then her eyes met mine.

I walked calmly toward the group. I reached her, extended my hand, and slapped her across the face.

When Ethan and I started the company, it was just the two of us and a handful of dreamers. After I left to raise Liam, the old-timers slowly drifted away, one by one. Years had passed. Now, it seemed no one even knew he had a wife whod built this place with him.

But even if the whole world forgot, Brooke, his executive assistant, knew exactly who I was.

My voice was steady, laced with ice. I dont recall receiving a memo that the position of CEOs wife was open for applications.

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