I discovered the apartment before I discovered the woman living inside it, and that distinction eventually became the reason my husband lost almost everything he believed belonged to him.<\/p>\n
My name is Claire Whitaker, and for most of my marriage, I believed that sacrifice was something people willingly offered when they loved each other.<\/p>\n
By the time I stepped out of the elevator on the eighteenth floor of a luxurious residential tower in Boston\u2019s Seaport District, I understood how thoroughly that belief had been exploited.<\/p>\n
The building smelled of polished walnut, fresh paint, and expensive leather, while recessed ceiling lights illuminated a corridor overlooking the winter harbor.<\/p>\n
At the far end stood apartment 18C.<\/p>\n
I held its key between my fingers, remembering the afternoon three days earlier when my entire understanding of my marriage had collapsed.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d been organizing tax documents beside the safe in our Brookline home when I discovered an unfamiliar company called Harbor Crest Holdings LLC.<\/p>\n
Its registration documents contained my husband\u2019s signature.<\/p>\n
The property records identified the company as the purchaser of an expensive waterfront apartment.<\/p>\n
What disturbed me most wasn\u2019t the existence of the property, but the financial transactions connected to its acquisition.<\/p>\n
Over eight months, $287,000 had disappeared from retirement investments my husband and I spent seven years building together.<\/p>\n
I traced the withdrawals through statements, transfer authorizations, and supporting documents that had been delivered to our home.<\/p>\n
The money eventually led to apartment 18C.<\/p>\n
My husband, Dr. Thomas Whitaker, operated a successful private surgical practice and had always insisted that our retirement savings were untouchable.<\/p>\n
Apparently, that restriction applied only when I wanted to make a purchase.<\/p>\n
I remembered suggesting an expensive bottle of Napa Valley Cabernet for our tenth wedding anniversary.<\/p>\n
Thomas had dismissed the idea as unnecessary extravagance.<\/p>\n
Yet inside his secret apartment, the same wine sat prominently on a marble kitchen island.<\/p>\n
I used the key that had accompanied the property documents, entered the apartment, and carefully closed the door.<\/p>\n
The interior was extraordinary.<\/p>\n
Italian leather furniture surrounded a glass coffee table, imported stone covered the kitchen counters, and enormous windows overlooked the illuminated waterfront.<\/p>\n
Every detail reflected the lifestyle Thomas claimed we couldn\u2019t afford.<\/p>\n
I placed my handbag on the sofa and arranged several documents across the coffee table.<\/p>\n
There were property records, bank statements, and recovered messages confirming that Thomas had been maintaining a relationship outside our marriage.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t display photographs or prepare an angry speech.<\/p>\n
The financial evidence was already devastating enough.<\/p>\n
At precisely 7:42 that evening, I heard voices approaching from the hallway.<\/p>\n
Thomas opened the door with one arm around a younger woman.<\/p>\n
She laughed at something he\u2019d whispered, then stopped when she noticed me sitting beneath the warm light of a nearby lamp.<\/p>\n
My husband froze.<\/p>\n
His expression moved rapidly from confusion to disbelief before settling into unmistakable fear.<\/p>\n
I raised my wineglass slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood evening, Thomas. I thought it was time I finally visited the home you\u2019ve been financing with our retirement savings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of them moved.<\/p>\n
And for the first time in years, I realized I wasn\u2019t afraid of what Thomas might say next.<\/p>\n
Thomas stood inside the doorway wearing the charcoal overcoat I\u2019d given him the previous Christmas.<\/p>\n
The younger woman beside him withdrew her hand from his waist, her confident smile disappearing as she studied my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, what exactly are you doing here, and how did you manage to get inside this apartment?\u201d<\/p>\n
I rose slowly from the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe more useful question is why you believed I would never discover a property purchased with money that belonged to both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
The young woman looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas, who is she, and why is she talking about your financial arrangements?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Claire Whitaker, and I\u2019m Thomas\u2019s wife, although I suspect that\u2019s not what he told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face drained of color.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you were separated and only waiting for your attorneys to finalize the divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost admired the simplicity of his deception.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s interesting, because I prepared his breakfast this morning before he left for the surgical practice we still operate around our supposedly shared household.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLauren, please let me explain what happened before you assume everything Claire is suggesting is true.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren Price took another step away from him.<\/p>\n
I studied her expression and saw genuine confusion beneath the embarrassment.<\/p>\n
She was younger than me, elegantly dressed, and clearly accustomed to believing Thomas\u2019s confident explanations.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you been seeing my husband?\u201d I asked without raising my voice.<\/p>\n
Lauren hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost six months, although he told me the marriage had already ended emotionally long before we met.\u201d<\/p>\n
I picked up the bank statement nearest the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cDuring those six months, Thomas transferred money from our retirement investments through a holding company that purchased this apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas immediately became defensive.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose transactions are complicated financial decisions, Claire, and you have no right to interpret them without understanding the full circumstances.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed the statement beside the property deed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand the transactions perfectly, Thomas, because the money came from accounts we spent seven years funding together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren stared at the documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you bought this apartment from the profits of your practice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas tried to approach her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s essentially true, Lauren, but the ownership structure isn\u2019t something you need to worry about.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said this was our new beginning, and now your wife is telling me the furniture and the apartment were purchased with her retirement money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked toward me with growing irritation.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve made your point, Claire, so perhaps we can discuss our marriage privately instead of humiliating everyone involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered how often he\u2019d used the word privately to end uncomfortable conversations.<\/p>\n
This time, I didn\u2019t accept it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou created this situation in secret, Thomas, and I\u2019m not responsible for protecting you from the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas loosened his tie and moved toward the kitchen, searching for the reassuring confidence he usually displayed whenever a conversation threatened his authority.<\/p>\n
Then he reached for the explanation I knew too well.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been emotionally distant since your father died, Claire, and I haven\u2019t felt like I had a real partner for a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, the memory of Dad\u2019s funeral overwhelmed me.<\/p>\n
Thomas had left the service early, claiming a patient consultation required his immediate attention.<\/p>\n
I had driven home alone through heavy rain, still wearing my black mourning clothes.<\/p>\n
When I arrived, insurance files from his practice were waiting on the kitchen table because his administrative assistant had called in sick.<\/p>\n
Instead of allowing myself to grieve, I\u2019d spent hours processing documents that weren\u2019t even part of my professional responsibilities.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember the day we buried my father, Thomas, or have you forgotten what you asked me to do afterward?\u201d<\/p>\n
He remained silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cI processed insurance paperwork for your practice while the funeral flowers were still sitting in my car.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren lifted a hand toward her mouth.<\/p>\n
I continued because years of withheld resentment had finally become impossible to ignore.
\n
\nBefore Thomas expanded his surgical practice, I\u2019d worked freelance art-restoration contracts and additional weekend shifts in an emergency department to help keep our finances stable.<\/p>\n
I had sold my car so he could purchase necessary equipment.<\/p>\n
I had declined a prestigious graduate fellowship in art conservation at the University of California, Los Angeles, because Thomas insisted he couldn\u2019t manage the practice without my administrative assistance.<\/p>\n
He promised I could return to school whenever the business became successful.<\/p>\n
But success brought expansions, longer working hours, and increasingly elaborate expectations that I would continue sacrificing my ambitions.<\/p>\n
When his mother required assistance after surgery, I spent three months helping care for her while Thomas concentrated on opening another practice location.<\/p>\n
He called those sacrifices evidence of our partnership.<\/p>\n
I had gradually learned they were obligations assigned almost exclusively to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me my restoration career could wait until your practice became financially secure, but somehow that moment never arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never forced you to make those decisions, Claire, and you know we discussed every important sacrifice together.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe discussed them while you explained that refusing would jeopardize everything we\u2019d worked toward, which is not the same as sharing the burden.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren looked toward the Italian leather sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Claire help pay for all of this furniture too?\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered before Thomas could.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe sofa was purchased with money I earned through additional hospital shifts while Thomas was expanding his professional reputation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren appeared physically uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
The apartment no longer looked like a romantic retreat.<\/p>\n
Its luxurious furnishings had become evidence of a life constructed from another woman\u2019s postponed ambitions.<\/p>\n
She turned toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to leave, because I don\u2019t recognize the relationship you\u2019re describing anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas caught her wrist instinctively.<\/p>\n
\u201cLauren, please wait until I\u2019ve explained everything, because you\u2019re misunderstanding what this means for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t touch me, Thomas, because you\u2019ve lied about your marriage and allowed me to believe an entirely different story.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she walked out.<\/p>\n
The elevator doors closed moments later, leaving Thomas and me alone inside the apartment he had believed would remain his private sanctuary.<\/p>\n
PART 4 \u2014 THE CLAUSE HE NEVER READ
\nThomas pulled off his tie and dropped it onto the kitchen island.<\/p>\n
For the first time that evening, he looked exhausted rather than angry.<\/p>\n
\u201cCongratulations, Claire. You\u2019ve successfully humiliated me and destroyed whatever future Lauren and I might have had.\u201d<\/p>\n
I began gathering the documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour decisions destroyed that relationship, Thomas, and I didn\u2019t come here to compete with another woman for your attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
He watched me place the statements into their folders.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what exactly are you planning to do with all those documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
I removed another agreement from my handbag.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to make sure our finances are examined properly, beginning with the document you signed when the practice expanded.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at the first page.<\/p>\n
Then he recognized it.<\/p>\n
Several years earlier, outside investors had supported the expansion of his surgical practice.<\/p>\n
My attorney had insisted that Thomas and I sign a postnuptial agreement addressing financial risks connected to the business.<\/p>\n
Thomas had considered it routine paperwork.<\/p>\n
He signed quickly, trusting that I would handle whatever legal complications arose.<\/p>\n
Now I opened the agreement to page fourteen.<\/p>\n
A section labeled Financial Infidelity addressed undisclosed transfers of marital assets used to support romantic relationships outside the marriage.<\/p>\n
The provision established a contractual division awarding seventy percent of covered marital assets to the financially injured spouse, together with the primary marital residence, subject to enforceability and the applicable legal requirements.<\/p>\n
Thomas reread the paragraph several times.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t seriously believe this provision applies to everything, Claire, because the apartment belongs to a holding company.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed the transaction records beside the agreement.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe holding company received money from our retirement investments, Thomas, and those withdrawals created the financial trail your accountants will have to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re trying to punish me financially because you can\u2019t accept that our marriage is ending.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m protecting the savings we accumulated together, and I\u2019m refusing to let you spend them on relationships you concealed from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sank onto a barstool.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve made mistakes, Claire, but surely we can settle this without destroying my entire professional life.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer immediately.<\/p>\n
His concern for the practice was genuine.<\/p>\n
But I couldn\u2019t remember the last time he\u2019d expressed comparable concern for the career I\u2019d abandoned to support it.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy attorney will contact yours, Thomas, and I suggest you stop treating the financial records as something you can explain away.\u201d<\/p>\n
I collected my handbag and walked toward the door.<\/p>\n
Thomas didn\u2019t follow me.<\/p>\n
For once, the silence between us required no explanation.<\/p>\n
PART 5 \u2014 THE CALL THAT EXPOSED THREE MORE WOMEN<\/p>\n
Three days after the confrontation, Lauren called unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
Her voice trembled as she introduced herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, I know I\u2019m probably the last person you want to hear from, but I\u2019ve discovered something you deserve to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat at my kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Lauren explained that she had confronted Thomas after leaving the apartment.<\/p>\n
During their argument, she discovered messages involving several other women.<\/p>\n
Their names were Brianna, Danielle, and Tessa.<\/p>\n
The conversations revealed that Thomas had repeatedly described himself as lonely, misunderstood, and trapped in a marriage that had supposedly ended.<\/p>\n
He had convinced multiple women that each was the person finally bringing happiness back into his life.<\/p>\n
Then Lauren told me something else.<\/p>\n
She was ten weeks pregnant.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I couldn\u2019t find a response.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believed he was building a future with me, Claire, and I didn\u2019t know there were other women until I confronted him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through the window toward the garden.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas has been telling different versions of the same story for years, Lauren, but his dishonesty doesn\u2019t excuse the choices either of you made.\u201d<\/p>\n
She accepted that without arguing.<\/p>\n
After the call, I contacted my divorce attorney, Rebecca Sloan, who specialized in complex financial settlements.<\/p>\n
Rebecca examined the new information alongside the banking records, property documents, and postnuptial agreement.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is no longer simply a dispute about an affair, Claire, because the financial transactions suggest a pattern that requires independent forensic review.\u201d<\/p>\n
She helped initiate proceedings to preserve marital assets while accountants examined the disputed withdrawals.<\/p>\n
The review uncovered irregularities in the surgical practice\u2019s financial reporting, including expenses whose business purposes required further verification.<\/p>\n
Tax specialists were brought in to assess the records.<\/p>\n
The findings raised questions that eventually drew regulatory attention.
\n
\nThomas\u2019s legal position deteriorated as the investigation expanded.<\/p>\n
Four days later, he appeared at our Brookline home carrying an old wooden box filled with photographs.<\/p>\n
I opened the front door but didn\u2019t invite him inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember our trip to Vermont, Claire, when we talked about buying land and growing old somewhere peaceful?\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the box, revealing photographs from our first years together.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I remembered the man I\u2019d loved before professional success became an excuse for emotional absence.<\/p>\n
Then Thomas continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been thinking about that place, and perhaps we could still create something meaningful if you stopped fighting me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I folded my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised we\u2019d buy land together in Vermont, Thomas, but the property you actually purchased was an apartment for another woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve become cold and calculating, Claire, and you\u2019re nothing like the woman I married.\u201d<\/p>\n
I considered his accusation.<\/p>\n
The woman he\u2019d married had abandoned a promising restoration career, supported his ambitions, and repeatedly overlooked her own exhaustion.<\/p>\n
That woman had mistaken being indispensable for being cherished.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right that I\u2019ve changed, Thomas, but you helped teach me why protecting myself was necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed the wooden box.<\/p>\n
I watched him walk away, finally understanding that the photographs represented memories rather than promises I was obliged to keep.<\/p>\n
PART 6 \u2014 SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT AND THE HOME I KEPT
\nThe divorce settlement progressed faster than I expected.<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s concealed transfers, the disputed property purchase, and the forensic accounting findings substantially weakened his position.<\/p>\n
The postnuptial agreement established an important starting point for negotiations, although its provisions still required legal review.<\/p>\n
Ultimately, the completed settlement awarded me seventy-five percent of our marital assets.<\/p>\n
I retained full ownership of our Brookline home.<\/p>\n
The Seaport apartment was sold, and its net proceeds were addressed through the negotiated property division.<\/p>\n
Thomas retained a limited ownership interest in his surgical practice, while the questions surrounding certain tax filings continued to receive attention from the appropriate authorities.<\/p>\n
His professional reputation suffered as the financial irregularities became more widely known.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t celebrate.<\/p>\n
There were too many years of disappointment behind us for the outcome to feel like a simple victory.<\/p>\n
But I was relieved that my sacrifices had finally been acknowledged in concrete terms.<\/p>\n
That spring, I accepted a position at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, working on the conservation of damaged oil paintings and historical archival materials.<\/p>\n
It was the professional path I\u2019d wanted long before Thomas persuaded me to abandon graduate study.<\/p>\n
I returned to learning specialized restoration methods, documenting surface deterioration, and working beneath carefully calibrated conservation lighting.<\/p>\n
Each project demanded patience.<\/p>\n
Sometimes a painting arrived with cracked varnish, water damage, smoke residue, or fragile layers of pigment that could not tolerate careless treatment.<\/p>\n
A successful restoration required more than making the damage disappear.<\/p>\n
It required understanding what had happened, preserving what remained authentic, and resisting the temptation to conceal every imperfection.<\/p>\n
I found those principles unexpectedly comforting.<\/p>\n
For years, I\u2019d tried to preserve my marriage by pretending the damage wasn\u2019t serious.<\/p>\n
Now I understood that ignoring deterioration didn\u2019t make a structure stronger.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, while examining a nineteenth-century oil painting, I noticed a delicate section of color emerging beneath damaged varnish.<\/p>\n
The discovery filled me with a quiet happiness I\u2019d nearly forgotten existed.<\/p>\n
Nobody had asked me to abandon the work.<\/p>\n
Nobody had suggested that my professional satisfaction was less important than someone else\u2019s ambition.<\/p>\n
I was simply doing something I loved.<\/p>\n
And for the first time in years, that felt sufficient.<\/p>\n
PART 7 \u2014 RESTORING THE WOMAN BEHIND THE BRUSH<\/p>\n
By late summer, I was invited to speak at a national conservation conference in Portland, Oregon.<\/p>\n
The auditorium was filled with conservators, museum directors, historians, and specialists whose professional lives revolved around preserving damaged works of art.<\/p>\n
My presentation addressed conservation ethics, the importance of documenting previous interventions, and the responsibility to distinguish genuine restoration from cosmetic concealment.<\/p>\n
Near the end, an audience member asked why the subject seemed especially meaningful to me.<\/p>\n
I paused before answering.<\/p>\n
For years, I\u2019d avoided discussing the personal circumstances that had interrupted my career.<\/p>\n
But standing before colleagues who understood the complexity of repairing fragile things, I no longer felt ashamed of the years I\u2019d lost.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes the object requiring restoration isn\u2019t the only thing that\u2019s been damaged, because the person holding the brush may also be learning how to heal.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room fell quiet.<\/p>\n
This time, silence didn\u2019t feel like rejection.<\/p>\n
It felt like understanding.<\/p>\n
After the conference, I returned to Boston and resumed my work.<\/p>\n
Our former marriage had left consequences that no legal agreement could erase completely.<\/p>\n
There were memories I still struggled with, ambitions I\u2019d postponed, and parts of myself that required patience to rediscover.<\/p>\n
But I no longer believed survival meant becoming the person I had been before the betrayal.<\/p>\n
I could acknowledge the damage without allowing it to define my future.<\/p>\n
Thomas had once made me feel indispensable to his success while treating my own aspirations as optional.<\/p>\n
I had mistaken his dependence on my labor for proof of his love.<\/p>\n
Now I understood that being needed and being cherished were fundamentally different experiences.<\/p>\n
A year earlier, I might have believed that ending our marriage meant abandoning everything we\u2019d built.<\/p>\n
Instead, the separation allowed me to recover something much older than the relationship.<\/p>\n
My identity.<\/p>\n
My profession.<\/p>\n
My right to make decisions without apologizing for them.<\/p>\n
One evening, I returned home after a long day restoring a damaged portrait.<\/p>\n
The house was quiet, and rain moved gently across the garden windows.<\/p>\n
I made tea and opened the notebook containing plans for future conservation projects.<\/p>\n
There was no dramatic celebration.<\/p>\n
No final confrontation.<\/p>\n
Only the reassuring knowledge that the next chapter of my life belonged to me.<\/p>\n
Thomas had tried to preserve his comfortable existence by hiding the truth behind legal documents, false explanations, and expensive gifts.<\/p>\n
I had rebuilt mine by examining those same records carefully enough to understand what they revealed.<\/p>\n
Some promises, once broken, should not be reconstructed merely because the pieces remain available.<\/p>\n
But the promises I now made to myself were different.<\/p>\n
I would never again surrender my ambitions simply to make another person feel powerful.<\/p>\n
I would never confuse prolonged sacrifice with proof of a healthy partnership.<\/p>\n
And I would remember that surviving betrayal did not make me permanently damaged.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, restoration begins when we finally stop pretending that nothing has been broken.<\/p>\n
THE END<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
PART 1 \u2014 THE SECRET BEHIND APARTMENT 18C I discovered the apartment before I discovered the woman living inside it, and that distinction eventually became the reason my husband lost … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":25104,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"brizy_media":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25106","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=25106"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25109,"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25106\/revisions\/25109"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25104"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}