I approved floral arrangements for a corporate gala.
Then I poured myself a glass of wine and began planning.
Not revenge.
Truth.
The most effective revenge often looks exactly like truth.
The next morning Ethan kissed my cheek before leaving for work.
“Big night tonight,” he said.
I smiled.
“Can’t wait.”
He didn’t notice anything unusual.
That was the advantage of being underestimated.
For fifteen years, Ethan had assumed I was too emotional to be strategic.
Too loyal to be dangerous.
Too forgiving to leave.
He forgot something.
My entire career revolved around logistics.
