I Took Over The Billion-Dollar Group

Synopsis

On my sixtieth birthday, I discovered my husband, Norman Riley, and his first love, Alison Barry, dead, naked in a car. They had died of carbon monoxide poisoning, having forgotten to turn off the engine while having sex. I called my son, Simon Riley, in tears, but he snapped at me for making a fuss. "Dad and Alison were just old friends, Mom. Can you please stop?" I clutched the phone, staring at the two naked bodies in the car, as tears streamed down my face. Simon hung up and went to attend to his delicate wife, who claimed she had "heart discomfort." Everyone assumed I was just a wealthy wife who could do nothing but cry. Then the will was read: Norman had left me all his shares in the billion-dollar conglomerate. Simon only got seven percent, and he flew into a rage on the spot. "You're an old lady who can't even read a financial report. What makes you deserve this?" I wiped away my tears, sat down in the chairman's seat that had once belonged to Norman, and smiled at Simon. I said, "Simon, let this be your first lesson: never underestimate a woman."