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.

businesses.

Money.

Careers.

Maybe far more.

At eight the next morning, I walked into Prescott Technologies carrying the black folder.

The receptionist looked shocked to see me.

People in the lobby stared.

Everyone had seen the video.

I knew what they expected.

The embarrassed wife had returned to apologize.

Instead, I went straight to the executive floor.

Aaron was already inside the conference room.

So was his mother.

Jasmine.

Daniel.

And several board members.

My mother-in-law spoke first.

“Do you seriously think coming here is appropriate after yesterday?”

I ignored