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…
“In Kyoto?” I asked, my voice dropping to a whisper.
His eyes widened. “You bought tickets?”
“I burned them.”
Suddenly, Camilla’s phone buzzed aggressively. She glanced at the screen, and the arrogant mask slipped. Her face went entirely pale. “The executive board just issued an emergency summons.”
