“…to the original investor,” I finished with a triumphant gleam in my eye, savoring the shock rippling across their faces. Michael’s expression was a mask of disbelief, and Margaret’s hand flew to her mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips.
The room was no longer filled with the heady scent of victory for them. Instead, it brimmed with the silent realization of defeat.
As Michael’s lawyer leaned in to examine the document, my heart beat steady and strong. I had spent years by Michael’s side, supporting his dreams, sacrificing my own aspirations for the sake of his success. I never anticipated the marriage would end this way, but I had been prepared for every eventuality.
