The first sign of trouble arrived as a notification on my phone. It was a screenshot from my friend, Joanna, of my husband' s new executive assistant, Chloe Miller. She was smiling brightly, her hand touching a diamond necklace sparkling against her skin. A necklace I recognized immediately. It was the star piece from an auction Liam had attended two nights ago, two million dollars. He' d mentioned it was a "stunning piece of craftsmanship." He just failed to mention who he was buying it for. A quiet anger, cold and sharp, settled in my chest. This wasn't about jealousy; it was about respect. Our marriage was an arrangement, a merger of his new money ambition and my old money influence. The foundational rule was simple: public respect. Liam had just broken it. I scrolled through the comments, gushing over her "amazing boss." Chloe was actively fanning the flames of speculation. It was a deliberate, public provocation. I put my phone down, stood up, and walked calmly to the intercom. "Please have Liam' s car brought to the front," I said. My husband had forgotten who I was. My family hadn't built their empire by being passive. He was about to be reminded.
The first sign of trouble arrived as a notification on my phone.
It was a screenshot from my friend, Joanna, of my husband' s new executive assistant, Chloe Miller.
She was smiling brightly, her hand touching a diamond necklace sparkling against her skin.
A necklace I recognized immediately.
It was the star piece from an auction Liam had attended two nights ago, two million dollars.
He' d mentioned it was a "stunning piece of craftsmanship."
He just failed to mention who he was buying it for.
A quiet anger, cold and sharp, settled in my chest.
This wasn't about jealousy; it was about respect.
Our marriage was an arrangement, a merger of his new money ambition and my old money influence.
The foundational rule was simple: public respect.
Liam had just broken it.
I scrolled through the comments, gushing over her "amazing boss."
Chloe was actively fanning the flames of speculation.
It was a deliberate, public provocation.
I put my phone down, stood up, and walked calmly to the intercom.
"Please have Liam' s car brought to the front," I said.
My husband had forgotten who I was.
My family hadn't built their empire by being passive.
He was about to be reminded.
Introduction
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 13
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Chapter 14
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Chapter 15
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