No More Dirty Jokes

They called me the "bloated" wife of the Riviera’s golden boy, laughing while I bled through the heartbreak of failed treatments and public betrayals. To my husband, Julien, I was just a punchline for his friends and a disappointment to his mother—until the night at the yacht club when his cruelty finally went too far. I’ve traded my bruises for a patisserie in Nice and my silence for the protection of a man from my past who knows how to fight back. My name is Camille, and I’m no longer the victim of a Golden Boy’s games; I’m the ending he never saw coming.