Brandon started wearing tailored suits and polished Italian shoes while meeting suppliers and investors across the city. I also became busier, but my role looked very different. I was still the woman sitting in the warehouse wearing a simple shirt while reviewing invoices, managing inventory records, and checking every number in the accounting books late into the night.
At the time I believed I was sacrificing my comfort for the success of our family.
That belief lasted until one afternoon when everything changed. I had just finished meeting a distributor near one of the most luxurious hotels in Phoenix when I noticed Brandon walking out through the glass doors with his arm wrapped around the waist of a young woman.
She looked confident and beautiful, and the handbag hanging from her shoulder was the Chanel bag that Brandon had bought for me years earlier but that I had never dared to use because I was afraid of damaging it.