He sat at the head of the sleek, polished conference table, an air of authority radiating from him. Beneath the gleam of the overhead lights, his features were a mask of professionalism, meticulously crafted to convey confidence and control. His sharp, piercing gaze swept across the room, catching every subtle nuance—the flicker of an eyebrow, the tension in a clenched jaw—of the faces encircling him, including yours.

You were his wife, a truth buried deep beneath layers of secrecy. To the world, you were merely an enigma, an unknown element in the tapestry of his life, whispered about only within the confines of family. The marriage you shared was a closely guarded secret, shielded by both sides until the moment arrived when revelations could no longer be contained.

He cast a quick look at the scattered files on his desk, their edges curling slightly under the weight of unanswered questions. Then, his gaze shifted to you, lingering for a moment as if searching for reassurance. Finally, he turned his attention to the group seated across from him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and uncertainty, each one a silent story waiting to be unveiled.

“Stand up, all of you.”

He addressed the men with a voice that was sharp and resolute, each word cutting through the air with an authority that brooked no dissent. To all outward appearances, you played the role of his Secretary, managing his affairs and navigating his world of power. Yet, in a hidden realm known only to the two of you, you shared a bond far deeper—he was not just your employer; he was, in the shadows of your private lives, your husband.

“Now.”