She hesitated, then spoke.
“Two hours ago, Mr. Miller personally brought in an intern. Starting salary—fifty thousand.”
My eyes snapped open.
“What? An intern? Who? What’s her background?”
“She’s called Chloe Adams.”
My assistant glanced at me, looking guilty.
“Mr. Miller said Chloe reports only to him. She doesn’t answer to anyone else.”
I gave a wry smile. So it had come to this.
When I went to the break room for coffee, Chloe appeared with a smirk.
“Sophia, don’t think that just because I didn’t manage to make Ethan divorce you last time, you’ve won.”
“He’s already placed me in the company. He told me I’ll soon be the lady of this empire. You’d better pack your bags and prepare to get out.”
She sent me an audio file.
Ethan’s chuckle played through the speaker.
“Sophia has no femininity at all. Not cute in the slightest.
But you—you’re a little temptress. You’ve bewitched me completely.”
Their mingled breaths followed.
Chloe’s grin widened smugly.
“Face the truth, Sophia. You’re not young anymore, and your work can easily be replaced by me. If you’re smart, you’ll resign now before things get ugly. Otherwise, you’ll end up with nothing.”
She deliberately bumped my shoulder as she walked off.
My assistant looked at me anxiously.
“Ms. Carter, is what she said true?”
I smiled faintly. “Of course not.”
“All of this—I built with my own hands. Not even Ethan can take it away from me so easily.”
A few days later, Ethan attended a Tiffany & Co. gala.
Scrolling through the news feed, my hand froze on the video.
Just as I suspected—his date was Chloe.
The two of them walked side by side into the spotlight.
Even the reporters praised them as the perfect couple, “a match made in heaven.”
All those years we were married, Ethan never once agreed to endorse a jewelry brand.
Because I had no interest in jewelry, he invested all his time and energy into my business clients instead.
Whenever he saw me running around like a spinning top, exhausted from endless work,
he’d pull me into his arms from behind and whisper,
“Sophia, you don’t have to work this hard. With me here, even if you stayed home and did nothing, you’d still live comfortably.”
I would smile, shake my head, and push him away.
“Ethan, you don’t understand.”
Why should power and wealth only belong to men?
They savor the thrill of holding money and authority,
yet tell women from their high horses that chasing it isn’t necessary.