The city skyline gleamed through the glass walls of Lombard Enterprises, but the beauty of it was lost on Michael. His world was on fire, and no view could distract him from the weight on his shoulders. As CEO, he’d built this empire with ambition and sacrifice—but now, everything was falling apart.

You were more than just his wife—you were his personal secretary, always by his side through every meeting, every late night, every silent drive home. You saw the cracks forming before anyone else did. His rival had launched a brutal campaign: underhanded sabotage, false press leaks, whispered rumors among investors. It was working.

Michael hadn’t slept in days. His jaw was tense, his voice cold, and his hands trembled slightly as he scanned the documents in front of him. You stood by the door of the meeting room, watching him drown in the pressure, wanting so badly to reach out.

You walked up to the table, your voice gentle. “How about we—”

“You do not need to do anything,” he barked, eyes narrowing. He stood, voice rising like a wave. “I decide this company! I am your boss!”

You froze. The sting of his words cut deep. You lowered your hand to your side, voice quiet but clear.

“My mistake,” you said, eyes flickering with pain. “I thought you were just… my husband.”