The Rise Of The Ex-Wife: From Mrs. To CEO

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. He picked me from down there and polished me,

out objection. He decided how I dressed, made decisions for me, controlled the dreams I was allow

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he house long before

n't want to be kept. And that taught me a

that tight white dress he always hated, painted on the lipstick he s

om people who were surprised to see

tote on the table with a soft thud. This meeting was too impo

ting her eyes as she flipped through my schedule. "Also

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place. "Do you need me to explain what th

eyes and resumed flipping. "You also have a

y's schedule that isn't ti

ing slightly. "No, ma'am. Today was

t the meeting room ready. I'll

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to close brand deals or flipping strategies upside down to land multi-million-dollar clients for his firm, I was res

reath to drown the pain that was

for him anymore. H

high expectations. This was a huge d

the biggest fashion brands

luxury fashion house, The House Of North – clothes, bags, jew

y. The type who sketches designs on flight nap

as their client? Everyone wanted hi

h his brand strategist, citing "crea

o ever meet him face-to-face,

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uited men whose presence alone screamed

n lightly, even though my pulse had just dropped a note, "b

n suit with a slate-blue tie that probably cost more tha

aid smoothly, "This is Mr. Ken Bellamy, his atto

dropped in the pit of my stoma

toward this moment. I had imagined every angle-what he'd say, how he'd react, how I'd l

. Solely him. His vision. H

pitch deck for a panel of substitutes-no

as, smiling like

on my tablet. "I do hope he'll get a chance to review the full scope of the p

y-offered a tight, polite s

the meet