Ripping Off the Apron
Back in the day, in the legal world, Finn Cross and I were the top dogs. Untouchable.
He ran New York, a king in criminal defense, never lost a case.
I held down Boston, crushing it in civil court.
People in the biz used to say it was a good thing we weren't in the same city.
If we were, we’d have gone head-to-head, and it was anyone's guess who'd come out on top.
But they never would've guessed.
Three years ago, I, Victoria Sterling, quietly married Finn Cross.
And just like that, the legend of "Vicky" was locked away.
I was willing to leave my career behind, to be the quiet, supportive woman behind the great man.
I made his coffee, went with him to all sorts of events, and left a light on for him when he came home late.
But when Elena, the one he’d always carried a torch for, showed up again, I couldn't keep up this charade anymore.