My husband never knew I was the anonymous billionaire behind the company he was celebrating that night. To him, I was just his ‘plain and tired’ wife, the one who had ‘ruined her body’ after giving birth to twins. At his promotion gala, I was there with the babies when he pu:shed me toward the exit

And contempt doesn’t appear overnight.

It simply drops the mask once it thinks you’re trapped.

“So should I just go home?” I asked quietly.

“Yes,” he replied without looking at me. “Use the service exit.”

I nodded.

Adjusted the babies’ blankets.

And left through the back of the hotel.

Outside, the night air was cold enough to sting.

The city sparkled like polished glass, all sharp lights and perfect reflections, while I felt like a stain in the middle of it.

But I didn’t drive to the modern mansion Ethan loved showing off.