I walked into my husband’s workplace on Valentine’s Day holding a romantic gift, only to see him proposing to his wealthy female boss while the staff cheered. He smirked at me, whispering, “You’re just a poor housewife, accept it.” I didn’t cry. I simply pulled out my phone, dialed the company’s majority shareholder, and whispered into the speaker…

Hearing my name in his mouth suddenly felt like a violation.

I looked at the emerald-cut diamond, then back to the man I had married. “Congratulations on the merger.”

Julian took a step forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. “Eleanor, listen to me. This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Fascinating,” I replied, my voice dangerously even. “Because continue reading …