It was around that time Jason joined Scott Corporation.
While I was busy handling her parents’ funeral arrangements, I also devoted myself to stabilizing the company by keeping key employees from leaving and bringing in new clients.
During those days, I slept no more than four hours each night, pouring my heart and soul into the work.
In the end, not only did Scott Corporation avoid collapsing after her parents’ death, it even grew stronger—and most of the credit belonged to me.
Yet during that period, Vanessa promoted Jason to be her assistant.
Jason was slick and smooth-talking, especially skilled at flattering women. Vanessa’s attitude toward him clearly crossed the line between boss and subordinate.
I argued with Vanessa about it more than once, but each time I was the one who ended up apologizing first.
I had truly loved her.
But she always mocked me, saying things like:
“If my family didn’t have money, would you really have agreed to be a dependent husband in the Scott Family?”
“Ethan, without my family’s wealth and connections, you’d still be nothing more than a poor boy from the Midwest countryside.”
“Don’t think that just because you’re my husband you get to control me.”