He Chose His Secretary Over Me While I Was Dying in Childbirthe

My husband, Ferris Farley, called me “Ms. Lambert” at work for six years. To avoid suspicion, he said.

I secured three patents for him, carried four international projects, and took the fall twice.

In front of the entire company, he said, “Fulfilling your role is your responsibility. That's what Ms. Lambert is here for.”

But eventually, even in private, he started treating me like a colleague.

I hemorrhaged during a difficult labor and called him ninety-nine times.

He sent back a single text.