While he thought I was decorating our mansion I was analyzing his company's weaknesses and when he walked out I bought his life's work from right under his feet now he works for me
The taste of expensive champagne turned bitter in my mouth as I watched them from across the ballroom. My husband of eight years, Marcus Sterling, couldn't have been more obvious if he tried. His hand rested just a little too low on his secretary's back, their laughter a little too intimate for a corporate holiday party. Victoria Chen, with her perfectly pressed pencil skirt and architectural cheekbones, hung on his every word like he was delivering corporate gospel.
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