My Husband Told Me to Stay Home While He Took Another Woman to His Gala—He Had No Idea I Secretly Owned the Company Funding His Entire Empire

Then picked it up again.

There was a tiny chip near the handle.

I had never noticed it.

“So that is what you look like.”

No one answered.

My phone lit.

Arthur.

The file is in Cabinet Seven.

I turned the phone facedown.

Opened a kitchen drawer.

Found a forgotten tea bag.

Six weeks past its best-by date.

I laughed.

Threw it away.

That was the kind of problem I wanted for a while.

Expired tea.

Stained mugs.

Scholarship forms.