He Never Knew I Controlled His Shares

"Look at you, smelling of the kitchen. How can you even compare to my Seraphina? What was I even thinking, getting involved with you?" My husband, Marcus Thorne, threw down his fork, his eyes full of unconcealed disdain.

For him, I'd quit my executive position. For six years of marriage, I'd stayed by the stove, trying to recreate his mother's cooking from his memories.

But now, he hated that I smelled of the kitchen. He claimed I wasn't even fit to polish the shoes of his ex-wife, the "Asia-Pacific Vice President."