By all logic, as Clyde's wife, I should have been seated beside him, not tucked away in the farthest corner.
I chose to let it slide for the time being.
After all, Axel Mancini, his father, had always treated me decently, often inviting me to play chess with him.
As a gracious woman, putting up with an arrogant husband seemed a small price to pay.
But who would have thought that my rightful seat had been given to Clyde's secretary, Everleigh Moretti?
A fresh graduate, besides being younger than me, she had nothing remarkable about her.
Yet my foolish husband insisted on defending her.
The thought alone made my anger boil.
Still, the so-called rising star of the business world remained blissfully unaware, continuing to taunt me without end.
"Azalea, who do you think you are? You have no say in what I, Clyde, decide!"
"We've been married for years! You've eaten my family's food and used my family's money; what could you possibly fight me with?"
By the time he finished, Clyde's temper had exploded.
"I'll tell you right now, I'm buying this painting for Everleigh!"
Before I could even respond, the secretary beside him spoke up, unable to hide her smugness.