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…

that had defined her for years was entirely stripped away, leaving a hollow, terrified shell.

“What happens to me now?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Sarah didn’t look up from her legal pad. “That depends entirely on how quickly you produce the encryption keys to your brother’s shell corporation.”

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