My name is no longer Éléonore Morel.
It’s Clara Beaumont.
And in my husband’s world, I was nothing more than a decorative housewife.
To Marc Delacroix, I had no career, no ambition, no real worth. Just someone who stayed home while he “built” his future.
What Marc never realized was that I was the silent majority shareholder and CEO of Aurelia International Group, a conglomerate valued at over five billion euros — with shipping operations along the Mediterranean, luxury resorts in Nice and Cannes, and tech firms headquartered in Paris, Lyon, and Berlin.
I kept it hidden for one simple reason: I wanted to be loved for myself, not for my empire.
When we met in Lyon, Marc was humble and driven. But after earning a major promotion at the company where he worked — unaware it was one of my subsidiaries — success changed him.
Confidence became arrogance. Pride became contempt.
The night of his promotion gala arrived. He had just been named Vice President of Sales for France.
I was holding my evening gown when he walked into the bedroom carrying a hanger.
“What are you doing with that dress?” he asked flatly.
“I’m getting ready for your celebration,” I replied.
He laughed.
“You’re not attending as a guest,” he said, ripping the gown from my hands and tossing it aside.
“We’re short-staffed. You’ll help serve.”
Then he handed me a black maid’s uniform — apron and headband included.
“Put this on. And don’t tell anyone you’re my wife.
Say you’re hired hourly. You embarrass me.”
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