I walked onto the stage.
And my husband went completely still.
“Go home,” Julian had whispered moments earlier after pushing me hard enough that I stumbled into a champagne table.
Then he nodded toward the woman beside him.
“She belongs here tonight.”
Two hundred employees were gathered beneath the chandeliers of the Halcyon Hotel.
Conversations dipped for a moment.
Everyone had seen what happened.
No one wanted to say anything.
Camilla Price, Aurelia’s communications director, stood beside Julian in a fitted red gown, one hand resting comfortably on his arm.
She had been appearing with him everywhere for months.
Conferences.
Business dinners.
Last-minute “strategy retreats.”
That night, she was also wearing the diamond earrings that had mysteriously disappeared from my jewelry box.
Camilla tilted her head.
“Nora, maybe this isn’t the right evening for a domestic scene.”
My shoulder hurt beneath my blue silk dress.
I straightened the strap.
Then looked at Julian.
“No. I think I’ll stay for the announcement.”
His smile tightened.
Julian was Aurelia’s chief strategy officer.
For weeks, he had been telling everyone he expected to be named president that night.
He also believed I spent my days managing a small inheritance and volunteering at an arts foundation.
He had never bothered to ask why my late mother’s investment firm occupied three floors of a Boston office building.
He preferred a version of me that made him feel important.
“The announcement is for executives,” he said.
“Not decorative wives.”
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