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…

guard. Camilla was right on his heels, her crimson dress now hidden beneath a dark, heavy trench coat. She had taken off the emerald ring.

Arthur shot to his feet. “You were expressly forbidden from entering this session!”

Julian ignored him, his eyes locking onto mine with a manic intensity. “Eleanor, give me five minutes. Just five.”

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