I was Cortland’s lawful wife, the largest shareholder in this company, and the fool who once poured money into saving the Dorances from ruin.
And now?
To his mother, I was just a useless ornament—stripped of value the moment I could no longer bear children. A disposable object expected to prepare some medicine and give up my place in the bed.
I didn’t acknowledge her. I didn’t acknowledge anyone.
I just carefully wrapped the urn and walked out.
I was leaving soon anyway. I didn’t owe them anything—not my kindness, not my patience.
I went to the company.
This empire had been built with my own hands. I had secured our first investment, stood behind Cortland’s every risky decision, and even used my own money to patch the holes when he went down the wrong path.
But today, I came to reclaim everything that was mine.
When I walked into the office, whispers erupted like wildfire.
“I heard the Vice President got kicked out?”
“About time. That woman strutted around here every day like she’s the CEO.”
“Well, doesn’t the CEO always have Ms. Fenty by his side now? She’s considerate and gentle. Not like that woman, always acting so high and mighty.”