I never told my husband that I secretly bought the company he works for. To him, I was just his “embarrassing, uneducated” wife. At the annual gala, he first introduced me to the CEO as his “nanny” to save face. But an hour later, his sister deliberately poured red wine on my white dress and pointed to the floor, snapping, “Since you’re the help, clean that up.”

The mirror in the penthouse bedroom reflected a woman in a pearl colored satin gown. Vanessa Reed lifted her hands to adjust the thin straps resting on her shoulders. The fabric shimmered softly under the warm lights, hugging her form with quiet elegance. The gown had cost more than the car parked downstairs, yet her husband had not noticed when she purchased it. He never asked where money came from as long as bills were paid and his lifestyle remained untouched.

Behind her, the closet door slid open. Trevor Reed stepped out, already dressed in a midnight blue tuxedo that hugged his tall frame. He was fastening his cufflinks with sharp impatient movements.

“You are wearing that?” he asked, glancing at her reflection with mild displeasure.

“It suits the occasion,” Vanessa replied, her voice calm.

Trevor shook his head slightly. “Tonight is the Summit Technologies Gala. The investors will be there. The executive board will be there. People who matter will be there.” He stressed the final words with a casual cruelty that had become familiar over the years.

Vanessa smiled faintly. “I will stay beside you quietly. I will not embarrass you.”