My husband never knew that I was the anonymous multimillionaire behind the company he was celebrating that night. To him, I was just his “simple and tired” wife, the one who had “ruined her body” after giving birth to twins. At his promotion gala, I stood holding the babies when he pushed me toward the exit.
The soft hum of laughter filled the air, each note glowing like a firefly in the dimly lit ballroom. I stood near the entrance, my hands wrapped around the handles of the double stroller, feeling the weight of the world press down on my tired shoulders. The scent of fresh lilies mixed with the clinking…