I Built My Business Empire While My Husband Cheated, Then His Mistress Demanded Half at Our...

Описание: The champagne flute shattered against the wall, sending crystal shards scattering across our dining room. I stood frozen, staring at the woman who'd just announced herself as my husband's girlfriend of three years. She'd walked into our 10th anniversary dinner uninvited, designer purse swinging from her arm, and demanded half of my company—the business I'd built from nothing while James was supposedly "working late."

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Now I understood exactly what kind of work had kept him busy all those nights. The look on his face told me everything. He'd promised her something that wasn't his to give. "Tell her, James," Tiffany insisted, her perfectly manicured finger pointing at me accusingly. "Tell her about our agreement." Ten years of marriage, and I didn't recognize the man sitting across from me. But then again, maybe I never really knew him at all.

I met James Anderson during my final year of business school. He was charming, ambitious, and seemed genuinely supportive of my dreams to start my own home décor company. We married within a year, settling into a modest starter home in Portland where I converted our garage into a workshop for crafting handmade candles, throw pillows, and table centerpieces.

"You're so talented, Sarah," James would say, kissing my forehead as I worked late into the night filling my first small batch of orders. "Just don't get too caught up in all this. We'll need to think about starting a family soon." I nodded absently, focused on perfecting the scent combination for my signature lavender-sage candles. The craft fairs and weekend markets were bringing steady business, but I knew I needed a more sustainable model if Evergreen Home Essentials was going to be more than a hobby. "I've been thinking about approaching that new boutique on Hawthorne," I told James over dinner one night.

"They feature local artisans, and their customer base is exactly who I'm trying to reach." James swirled his wine thoughtfully. "That sounds nice, honey, but is it worth the effort? My promotion is coming up next month. We'll be comfortable without you needing to work so hard." Something in his tone bothered me, but I brushed it aside. "This isn't about the money, James. I want to build something of my own."

The boutique took my products on consignment, and when they sold out within two weeks, the owner called to place a larger order. I was ecstatic. James was conspicuously quiet. "Don't you think it's getting to be a bit much?" he asked that evening as I calculated how many hours I'd need to fulfill the new order. "The house is constantly smelling like essential oils, and you're distracted all the time."

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