She Divorced Me to Marry Up—Now No One Wants Her

On New Year's Day, during the wedding reception for Caroline Henson's best friend—her third marriage, to be precise—I overheard a conversation that shattered my reality.

"Caroline, honestly, women are meant to trade up in life," her friend said, voice dripping with condescension. "Why are you still wasting your youth on a dead-end like Harrison Gilbert?"

"Look at me," the friend continued, gesturing to her lavish surroundings. "Last time, I married a wealthy bachelor. This time? I snagged a second-generation heir from the Manhattan elite. And the best part? He's younger than me."