Saturday morning.

I looked to my side and sighed at the empty space in my bed. The space that once belonged to my ex-wife Jessica. That witch who betrayed me. Twenty years of a relationship destroyed on a whim. It was thrown out like garbage.

Oh well.

It wasn't like I was still torn up about it. Far from it. I was Ansel Adams, the CEO of the Adams Corp. A CEO of a major advertising industry does not spend my days moaning and crying about my cheating whore of an ex-wife. I blow it off and move on to the next big thing. Or, in my case, the next...