02 Life in Manhattan's Upper East Side was a snake pit , and even with a divorce that would leave me with nothing but my freedom , I couldn't shake the feeling that Dash might drag me back just to protect his precious reputation . God , I was exhausted . That night I lost the baby was absolute hell . The fever made me delirious , and all I could see was that video playing on repeat - Dash pounding into Veronica on his desk , her legs wrapped around him , both of them moaning like animals . I kept trying to wake myself up , clawing at consciousness , desperate to grab my phone . I called him nineteen times while bleeding out on our Italian marble floor . Nineteen times . Each one went straight to voicemail . The blood was warm at first , then cold , pooling underneath me. I lay there for hours , feeling our baby leave me piece by piece , cramping so hard I thought I'd die . Five years of marriage ended with one dead baby and one broken woman . Dash Harrington , ided with on I don't owe you shit . After the miscarriage , I was so weak I could barely stand . I sat on our bed watching Mrs. Pemberton pack my things , each folded dress and wrapped shoe feeling like another piece of my heart being boxed away . Mrs. Pemberton approached nervously , holding out my phone . " Mrs. Harrington , it's him . " I was surprised he'd call . I took the phone , curious despite myself . " Pemberton says you're out of the hospital . You good ? " His voice was clipped , businesslike . Then without waiting for an answer : " Listen , I need you to cook for a client dinner tonight. That salmon thing you do , the asparagus , whatever . No nuts Veronica's allergic . Be here by seven " He hung up before I could respond . - " Ma'am , you're still recovering . Let me cook , " Mrs. Pemberton offered gently . I shook my head . " No , he asked for me specifically . If you do it , he'll just throw another tantrum . " At exactly , I arrived at Harrington Enterprises with the food . His assistant led me to the conference room . The moment I opened the door , all conversation stopped . Dash was practically in Veronica's lap , and he stood up like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar . " Oh , you're here ! Great , let's eat ! " - It was obviously Veronica's design team. They looked at me like I was the help - which I guess I was . I set the containers on the table and found a corner chair , grabbing a Vogue to flip through . Veronica wasn't subtle . The conference room was huge , but she pressed herself against Dash , feeding him bites from her fork , wiping his mouth with her thumb . When I didn't react , she got bolder . " Sydney, you're such a good little housewife . Your cooking is amazing . No wonder Dash always wants your food . Maybe you can teach me ? Otherwise he keeps making me eat sushi from Nobu every night . " Saimoth "I was going to cook today actually , but Dash said her when he has someone at home for that . " Before I could respond , Dash jumped in . " Ronnie, don't compare yourself to Sydney . She's meant for the kitchen . Your hands are for creating art. Leave the domestic stuff to people who are good at it . Besides , if you burn yourself , I'll have to find a new lead designer . " His words were cruel , but his hand was resting possessively on her thigh under the table . 1/2 02 Veronica gave me a triumphant look and purred , " Thanks for taking care of me , baby . " " Just eat something . You had three martinis at lunch and barely touched your salad . Your work's been decent enough that I won't replace you ... this time . " She laughed , that throaty sound she'd perfected at Yale, tossing her hair so everyone could smell her perfume . They were both wearing Tom Ford's Fucking Fabulous how appropriate . I kept reading my magazine , but that wasn't enough for her . One of her minions , Tara Bexley , piped up with a nasty smile . " Mr. Harrington called her the help , right ? And she's just sitting there staring at that magazine . " " Can someone who just cooks even understand fashion ? " · The room burst into laughter . Even Veronica joined in with fake concern . " Tara, don't be mean to Sydney . We all know she spends her days with pots and pans . Asking her about design would just embarrass her . " Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!