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…

hand was completely bare.

The Chicago skyline stretched out before me, a sea of glass, steel, and ambition. Several of the buildings piercing the clouds were born from my blueprints.

My phone buzzed on the patio table. It was a text from Arthur.

Board vote ratified. The paperwork is filed with the state. We are officially The Sterling Group. Your name continue reading …