My Husband Burned My Only Decent Dress So I Couldn’t Attend His Promotion Party

turned uneven.

“You… you’re the Chairwoman?” he stammered.

I tilted my head slightly.

“The company you’ve been so proud of?” I said softly. “Yes. It belongs to me.”

Vanessa stepped away completely now, panic replacing her composure.

“Madame Vaughn, I didn’t know—he approached me first! I had no idea you were his wife!”

She distanced herself instantly.

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