I Caught My Husband Proposing to My Stepsister at His Gala, Then Froze His Assets—But His Last Phone Call Exposed My Father’s Secret Death…

“There is no us,” I replied. “There is my company, my money, and your termination notice.”

“You can’t do this to Richard.”

“I already did.”

“He loves me.”

“Then he can love you on a budget.”

She screamed curses loudly enough that I held the phone away from my ear.

When she finally stopped, I said, “Do not contact me again unless it’s through legal counsel.”

Then I blocked her.

For twenty minutes, I sat alone at the head of the boardroom table. Beyond the glass, the city brightened slowly. Emails flooded in. Legal documents arrived. The press release was drafted.

I had won the opening battle.

But victory did not feel like fire.