Three weeks later, I returned to the headquarters of Whitmore Global Logistics.
Not as Ethan’s wife.
Not as someone standing behind him.
But as the newly appointed interim CEO.
The employees who once called me “Mrs. Whitmore” now stood when I entered the room.
The same board that ignored my ideas for years now requested my opinion before every decision.
And Ethan?
He moved into a luxury apartment across town.
The mansion.
The cars.
The private jet.