Chapter 1

Early on the morning of our tenth wedding anniversary, a giant bouquet of ninety-nine red roses from my husband arrived at our company’s front desk.

My coworkers gathered around, squealing with envy, gushing about how we were still as madly in love as newlyweds even after a decade of marriage.

But as I was getting a vase to arrange the flowers, I overheard the cleaning ladies gossiping in the breakroom.

"Elena is so clueless. Ethan literally brought his side piece into the company three years ago, and she still has no idea."

"Exactly. Every anniversary, he gets his wife a generic bouquet of roses, but he buys his little mistress designer bags, sports cars, and luxury apartments. It’s pretty obvious who he actually loves, right?"

My heart violently seized.

A year ago, Ethan said he wanted to buy a luxury condo downtown, claiming it would be convenient for hosting high-end clients. I bought it.

Last month, he wanted to upgrade his car to a Porsche, saying it would make him look more professional when meeting investors. I put down the deposit.

And just last week, he asked me to use my VIP account at Hermès to buy a bunch of lifestyle accessories, claiming he needed to gift a VIP client a rare handbag.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my hand.

"Hi, is this Mrs. Elena Vance? The limited-edition Hermès Birkin you ordered has arrived at our boutique."

I took a deep breath, turned on my heel, and headed straight to the luxury store.

Since these things were never meant for "clients" in the first place, it was time for me to take them all back.