Betrayed Wife's Payback: Her Battle for Justice

Synopsis

I tapped through the overnight market reports on my tablet, noting the Asian markets had closed strong. A good sign for our quarterly projections. The espresso machine hissed in the kitchen as I moved around our Manhattan penthouse, my silk robe whispering against my skin in the early morning quiet. Marcus wouldn't be awake for another hour—he preferred to make his grand entrance at the office closer to ten, playing the visionary CEO role to perfection. I poured my espresso into a bone china cup, savoring the bitter warmth as I reviewed the draft agenda for today's board meeting. As usual, I'd handle the real work while Marcus would sweep in for the final presentation, claiming credit for strategies I'd spent weeks perfecting. The familiar resentment flickered but I pushed it aside. This was our arrangement, had been for years—my brilliance, his charisma. Our success. "Mrs. Thompson runs the company, Mr. Thompson runs his mouth," my assistant had once whispered, not realizing I could hear. I hadn't corrected her. The penthouse intercom buzzed, startling me. It was barely seven—too early for scheduled deliveries or maintenance.