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…

police.”

I watched Julian pound on the glass doors as the guards approached.

I dialed my personal lawyer, Sarah. “Draft the divorce papers. Initiate a full forensic sweep of my accounts. And tell Arthur I will attend the emergency board meeting tonight, but under one non-negotiable condition.”

“Name it,” Sarah said.

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