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.

that I controlled thirteen patents that had become essential to the company’s expansion.

For four years, I let Aaron take the public credit.

At first, I didn’t mind.

I thought love meant not needing applause.

I believed helping your husband succeed without demanding recognition was something generous partners did.

But somewhere along the way, Aaron stopped seeing my support as generosity.

He began treating it as something he deserved.

“Alyssa,” he said impatiently, “are you seriously going to cause a scene in front of my team?”

I hadn’t raised my