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…

The private elevator opened directly into my foyer.

Before I could even take off my trench coat, the security console chimed.

I checked the monitor. Julian was pacing in the lobby, his suit soaked from the rain. Camilla was standing behind him, her arms crossed tight over her chest. The emerald diamond caught the harsh lobby lights. That stone fueled continue reading …