Book Description
Three years of marriage. Three years of playing the perfect tech wife. And on our anniversary, my husband—Silicon Valley's golden boy—posted 'I love you' to his childhood sweetheart for the whole world to see. Not to me. To her. The comments exploded. The tech blogs went wild. And I stood there, champagne in hand, watching my marriage trend on Twitter. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd beg. Instead, I smiled, walked into his office, and started downloading every dirty secret his billion-dollar empire was built on. He wanted to humiliate me? Fine. But he forgot one thing: I'm the crisis PR specialist who made him look human. And I know exactly how to destroy what I created.