On our five-year anniversary, I caught my husband Ethan cheating—with my assistant. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I simply called Jack, my old friend and a divorce lawyer.
Turns out, Ethan had convinced me to add his name to my business, Wildflower Boutique, years ago. Now he wanted it all in the divorce. So I gave it to him—without flinching. What he didn’t know was that I had already launched a new company in secret.
When Ethan smugly signed the papers, I handed him a small box. Inside? A note: “This is what you really earned from our marriage.” It was empty.
He thought he’d won. But three months later, my new business thrived. My best staff and biggest clients left Wildflower to join me. Meanwhile, Ethan’s version of Wildflower fell apart—missed deadlines, angry suppliers, plummeting sales.
I didn’t destroy him. He did that himself. I just gave him the rope.
He underestimated me.
Big mistake.
