“Honestly, you should leave before security escorts you out.” Around us, conversations stopped.
People began staring. My daughter tugged gently at my sleeve. “Mommy…” “Where’s Daddy?”
Her voice was so small it shattered something inside me. I knelt down.
Covered her ears with both hands. Then I stood back up. I didn’t argue.
I didn’t cry. I simply reached into my handbag and made one phone call.
Because the woman standing in front of me thought I was just another forgotten wife.
She had no idea who I was. Before I married Dominic… I was Vivienne Sterling.
A name powerful enough to open boardroom doors… or close them forever.
