After Seven Years of Humiliation, I Left and Won It AllChapter 1

"We're convening an internal meeting now. Anyone who isn't relevant, please step out."

From the head of the table, Otis Henson cast a flat glance in my direction.

Nobody in the conference room moved.

Nobody except me.

I rose slowly from my chair, still gripping the company's three-year plan I hadn't had the chance to present.

I'd barely lit a cigarette in the hallway when a message from Felicity Henson came through.

"Don't take it personally. You know how my dad is."

"You're a live-in son-in-law, after all."

"Give me until next year. I'll talk him around. I promise you can stay."

I blew a smoke ring and let my gaze drift.

I'd been hearing that same promise for seven straight years.

This time, I was truly sick of it.

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The hallway was quiet.

Two employees came around the corner carrying files, chatting and laughing. When they spotted me, their voices dropped.

"Isn't that Ms. Henson's husband? How come he's not in the meeting?"

"Husband? Please. He's basically a male assistant. Those executive meetings? A live-in son-in-law doesn't exactly qualify."

"True. With Chairman Henson's temper, the guy's lucky he's even allowed inside the building."

"I heard he's been with the Henson family for seven years and ranks lower than the family dog."

"If it were me, I'd have filed for divorce ages ago. But we all know what he's really after, don't we?"

They walked off still talking, never once acknowledging me.

I brought the cigarette to my lips, took a drag, and leaned against the wall. Didn't move.

This wasn't the first time I'd heard talk like that. Sometimes to my face, sometimes behind my back.

The first couple of years, hearing it made my chest tighten. My face would burn. I wouldn't know what to do with my hands.

Then, gradually, I got used to it. I'd just smile it off.

After a while, I couldn't even be bothered to smile.

Now when I heard it, I felt nothing at all.

I looked up toward the window at the end of the hallway. Beyond the glass stood the row of new factory buildings in the development zone. The Henson Group logo crowned one of them, white letters on a blue background.

Seven years ago, when I married into the family, every single Henson looked down on me.

I told myself that as long as I treated Felicity well and built a good life together, things would get better with time.