When I boarded my husband’s private jet, his secretary was sitting beside him in my usual seat, feeding him peeled oranges while his mother told me to be considerate. I didn’t argue.

why Jasmine joined your husband’s company, look at the original patent files.”

I stood completely still.

“What are you talking about?”

Then came the sentence that changed everything.

“Aaron didn’t build Prescott Technologies.”

A pause.

“He stole it.”

The line went dead.

I stared at my phone.

Those thirteen patents had helped keep Aaron’s company alive through its worst financial crisis.

If the origin of the technology was different from what he had told me, then this wasn’t only about our marriage anymore.

There could be people who had lost