She couldn’t stay away.
She’s here to apologize.
I almost smiled.
They were still underestimating me.
The elevator doors opened.
I stepped inside.
“Executive floor,” I said.
The receptionist hesitated.
Then she pressed the button.
When the doors closed, I looked at my reflection in the polished metal.
Yesterday, I had walked off that jet as a wife who had finally realized she was unwanted.
Today, I was walking into my husband’s company as his majority shareholder.
And I had come for one thing.
The truth.
The executive conference room was already occupied.
Aaron sat at the head of the table.
His mother was beside him.
Jasmine sat on his other side.
Several board members were present.
The moment I entered, conversation stopped.
Aaron looked up.
For half a second, surprise crossed his face.
Then arrogance returned.
“Alyssa.”
I pulled out a chair.
“Good morning.”
His mother scoffed.
