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…

stands alone, exactly where it was always meant to be.

I took a slow sip of the bourbon, letting the warmth spread through my chest.

Julian had once promised me that he would take me away so I could forget the brutal battles of the boardroom.

He had it completely backward.

I never wanted to forget. I needed to remember every single scar. I needed to remember continue reading …