PART 1
At his company’s anniversary celebration, my husband struck my shoulder hard enough to send me stumbling against a champagne table, then leaned close to whisper, “Go home. She belongs beside me tonight.”
His mistress stood only a few feet away in a fitted red gown, pretending she hadn’t heard a single word.
I calmly straightened the strap of my sapphire silk dress, raised my chin, and looked directly into his eyes. “No. I think I will stay for the announcement.”
Ten minutes later, the company chairman stepped onto the illuminated stage to reveal the identity of the new majority owner.
The room fell silent as he called my name.
I walked onto the stage while my husband stared at me, looking as though every bit of air had been violently knocked out of his lungs.
“Go home,” Jason muttered after his heavy hand struck my shoulder, causing me to lose my balance near the sparkling glassware. “She belongs beside me tonight.”
Over two hundred employees filled the grand ballroom of the Grandview Plaza Hotel for Meridian Dynamics’ twentieth anniversary celebration. Conversations briefly faltered, only to resume in cautious whispers, which was the exact tone people used after witnessing an act of cruelty they lacked the courage to confront.
Chloe Price stood proudly at my husband’s side, wearing a sleek crimson dress while resting her hand possessively on his forearm.
As the communications director for Meridian Dynamics, Chloe had spent the last several months appearing at Jason’s side during industry conferences, private dinners, and long strategy retreats.
Tonight, she was wearing the exact pair of platinum diamond earrings I had recently discovered missing from my home jewelry box.
She offered me a patronizing smile and tilted her head. “Helena, maybe tonight isn’t the appropriate time for you to cause a domestic scene.”
My shoulder throbbed beneath the smooth fabric of my dress, but I refused to let the pain show on my face.
“No. I think I will stay for the announcement,” I repeated firmly.
Jason’s fake smile tightened into a rigid line. He was the chief strategy officer, and for the past three weeks, he had been bragging to anyone who would listen about the major promotion he was certain to receive tonight.
He fully expected the board of directors to name him the new president.
He also believed I spent my days managing a modest inheritance while quietly volunteering at a local arts foundation.
He had never bothered to ask why my late mother’s investment firm occupied three full floors in downtown Minneapolis.
He simply preferred the quiet version of me that made him feel powerful.
“The upcoming announcement is intended for corporate executives,” he said in a cold voice. “It is certainly not meant for decorative wives.”
Chloe let out a quiet, mocking laugh right beside him.
Across the crowded ballroom, Chairman Walter Higgins suddenly caught my eye and subtly touched two fingers to his left cufflink.
That was our agreed signal, established earlier that afternoon right after the final acquisition documents had been officially signed.
Standing directly beside Walter were the company’s lead counsel and a senior forensic accountant who had spent six grueling weeks tracing suspicious vendor payments authorized by Jason.
I picked up an untouched glass of sparkling water from the tray of a passing waiter. “Enjoy the next ten minutes,” I told my husband.