Sorry, That's My Man

Synopsis

On our third anniversary, I brought a bowl of soup to my husband, who was having a stomach attack. The minute I left the office, his new assistant posted about me online, calling me some rich old lady who wouldn't stop chasing her boyfriend. Comments poured in: disgusting, shameless, a bitch who should just disappear. What she didn't know was that "her boyfriend" was actually my husband. And she had no idea that I was the one who put in the first lifeline of money that saved this company. She wants to step all over me to climb up? Fine. I'll tear down every single step beneath her feet.