Love Turned To Dust, I Rise Again

Synopsis

I had slipped the freshly signed contract into my bag at the party hosted for the merchants from Konleia. August Perry, the general manager, snatched it from me with a smirk and turned to hand it to the young secretary standing beside him. He announced to the clients. "This is my right-hand woman, and my future wife." The crowd erupted in cheers and teasing. Meanwhile, I, the wife who had built this empire from nothing with him, who had slept in basements and suffered a lot by his side, was seated alone in a corner extra chair, like some shameful, hidden nanny. Under the table, August kicked my shoe and glared at me, silently ordering me to pour wine for everyone. "What are you staring at? Can't you take a hint?" August had clearly forgotten that the core patent of the company bore my name, Abigail Foster. He had forgotten even more completely that without me, he would still be a lowly bricklayer laboring away in Sorwain. I set down the wine bottle and publicly removed the wedding ring from my ring finger.