That night, I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time.
My eyes were surrounded by wrinkles, and my hair had turned gray.
But I was still the same woman who, at twenty-three, had fallen in love with a poor young man and believed in all his dreams.
There was just one very important thing Robert had forgotten.
Everything he owned today had started with me.
Three days later, I accidentally overheard my husband talking on the phone.
He was in his office.
“Don’t worry, Victoria. Everything will change after the anniversary.”
I stopped in my tracks.
Victoria was his young secretary.
Robert continued:
“My wife doesn’t understand anything. She doesn’t even know what documents I’ve prepared.”
My heart began pounding.
Then I heard a sentence I’ll never forget.
“Once I throw her out of the house, you’ll finally move in with me.”
