Giordano Sarah Davis

One month after I was reborn, the staff at Senator Davenport’s residence noticed a change in the ever-perfect Mrs. Davenport. I no longer prepared Julian’s television interview talking points down to the last word. I no longer managed his relationships with key donors. When Julian stumbled through a nationally televised appearance on *Meet the Press* because he was underprepared, creating a massive PR disaster, I merely told the campaign manager to handle it. My voice was ice. The public backlash was immediate. Julian came home late, tore off his tie, and finally turned his attention to me. I was in the living room, reading. “What is going on with you?” His handsome features were tight with anger. He was used to me putting his political image above all else. I closed my book. My voice was calm, flat. “I’ve been tired lately.” My detachment tightened the lines around his eyes. He thought this was just his wife having an emotional outburst. He had n......

One month after I was reborn, the staff at Senator Davenport’s residence noticed a change in the ever-perfect Mrs. Davenport. I no longer prepared Julian’s television interview talking points down to the last word. I no longer managed his relationships with key donors. When Julian stumbled through a nationally televised appearance on *Meet the Press* because he was underprepared, creating a massive PR disaster, I merely told the campaign manager to handle it. My voice was ice. The public backlash was immediate. Julian came home late, tore off his tie, and finally turned his attention to me. I was in the living room, reading. “What is going on with you?” His handsome features were tight with anger. He was used to me putting his political image above all else. I closed my book. My voice was calm, flat. “I’ve been tired lately.” My detachment tightened the lines around his eyes. He thought this was just his wife having an emotional outburst. He had n......

After receiving the 167th “spiritual care” text from my rival, Brielle, I decided to end my marriage. In the message, she was bragging about how my husband, Pastor Caleb of Living Water Community Church, had prayed through the night for her “weakness.” In the office of a top law firm specializing in church law, the attorney’s expression was grim. “Mrs. Vance, are you certain? You’re requesting to divide half of the church’s assets and voluntarily relinquish custody of your son, Joshua, placing him ‘entirely under Pastor Caleb’s spiritual guidance’?” I tightened my grip on the small cross in my hand and said one word. “Yes.” “Very well. In two weeks, we’ll submit the formal complaint to the board of elders and initiate disciplinary proceedings.” As I walked out of the law firm, my phone lit up. Another boast from Brielle. *Elara, Pastor Caleb took the youth fellowship on a retreat to Aspen last week. He even booked a mountain-view room just for me. He sa......

One month after I was reborn, the staff at Senator Davenport’s residence noticed a change in the ever-perfect Mrs. Davenport. I no longer prepared Julian’s television interview talking points down to the last word. I no longer managed his relationships with key donors. When Julian stumbled through a nationally televised appearance on *Meet the Press* because he was underprepared, creating a massive PR disaster, I merely told the campaign manager to handle it. My voice was ice. The public backlash was immediate. Julian came home late, tore off his tie, and finally turned his attention to me. I was in the living room, reading. “What is going on with you?” His handsome features were tight with anger. He was used to me putting his political image above all else. I closed my book. My voice was calm, flat. “I’ve been tired lately.” My detachment tightened the lines around his eyes. He thought this was just his wife having an emotional outburst. He had n......

One month after I was reborn, the staff at Senator Davenport’s residence noticed a change in the ever-perfect Mrs. Davenport. I no longer prepared Julian’s television interview talking points down to the last word. I no longer managed his relationships with key donors. When Julian stumbled through a nationally televised appearance on *Meet the Press* because he was underprepared, creating a massive PR disaster, I merely told the campaign manager to handle it. My voice was ice. The public backlash was immediate. Julian came home late, tore off his tie, and finally turned his attention to me. I was in the living room, reading. “What is going on with you?” His handsome features were tight with anger. He was used to me putting his political image above all else. I closed my book. My voice was calm, flat. “I’ve been tired lately.” My detachment tightened the lines around his eyes. He thought this was just his wife having an emotional outburst. He had n......

One month after I was reborn, the staff at Senator Davenport’s residence noticed a change in the ever-perfect Mrs. Davenport. I no longer prepared Julian’s television interview talking points down to the last word. I no longer managed his relationships with key donors. When Julian stumbled through a nationally televised appearance on *Meet the Press* because he was underprepared, creating a massive PR disaster, I merely told the campaign manager to handle it. My voice was ice. The public backlash was immediate. Julian came home late, tore off his tie, and finally turned his attention to me. I was in the living room, reading. “What is going on with you?” His handsome features were tight with anger. He was used to me putting his political image above all else. I closed my book. My voice was calm, flat. “I’ve been tired lately.” My detachment tightened the lines around his eyes. He thought this was just his wife having an emotional outburst. He had n......

One month after I was reborn, the staff at Senator Davenport’s residence noticed a change in the ever-perfect Mrs. Davenport. I no longer prepared Julian’s television interview talking points down to the last word. I no longer managed his relationships with key donors. When Julian stumbled through a nationally televised appearance on *Meet the Press* because he was underprepared, creating a massive PR disaster, I merely told the campaign manager to handle it. My voice was ice. The public backlash was immediate. Julian came home late, tore off his tie, and finally turned his attention to me. I was in the living room, reading. “What is going on with you?” His handsome features were tight with anger. He was used to me putting his political image above all else. I closed my book. My voice was calm, flat. “I’ve been tired lately.” My detachment tightened the lines around his eyes. He thought this was just his wife having an emotional outburst. He had n......

After receiving the 167th “spiritual care” text from my rival, Brielle, I decided to end my marriage. In the message, she was bragging about how my husband, Pastor Caleb of Living Water Community Church, had prayed through the night for her “weakness.” In the office of a top law firm specializing in church law, the attorney’s expression was grim. “Mrs. Vance, are you certain? You’re requesting to divide half of the church’s assets and voluntarily relinquish custody of your son, Joshua, placing him ‘entirely under Pastor Caleb’s spiritual guidance’?” I tightened my grip on the small cross in my hand and said one word. “Yes.” “Very well. In two weeks, we’ll submit the formal complaint to the board of elders and initiate disciplinary proceedings.” As I walked out of the law firm, my phone lit up. Another boast from Brielle. *Elara, Pastor Caleb took the youth fellowship on a retreat to Aspen last week. He even booked a mountain-view room just for me. He sa......