She Took My Kitchen, I Took the Company

Synopsis

My husband Zane Graves's assistant sent me a photo. She was wearing my silk pajamas, standing in the kitchen of my new house. In her hand was the custom-made matching mug Zane and I had made for our wedding. The message read: [Vivian, Mr. Graves said you hardly ever come home, and it's a shame to let this kitchen go to waste. He said I could start treating this place like my own home.] I stared at the silk pajamas for a few seconds. Then I smiled. With a few taps, I forwarded the photo, the voice messages, and screenshots of our chat straight to the company's management group chat. I wrote: [Congratulations to Melissa on moving into the house Zane bought for his wife before the handover was even finished.] Then I hit send and shut off my phone without the slightest hesitation.