My husband never knew that I was the anonymous billionaire behind the company he was celebrating that night. To him, I was only his “plain, tired” wife who had “wrecked her body” after delivering twins. At his promotion gala, I stood holding the babies when he sh0ved me toward the exit.

“It makes you look careless, and tonight is important because investors and board members will be watching everything,” he said with visible irritation.

“I just gave birth to twins, and my body is still recovering from surgery,” I answered quietly while gripping the fabric.

“Other women manage to bounce back quickly, so you could at least try harder because presentation is everything,” he responded as if my pain were an inconvenience.

He checked his watch and added that I should stay out of sight during the event because he could not afford distractions while building his reputation.

I watched him leave the room without another glance, and I held one of the babies close while whispering comfort that I also needed.

“You are safe, both of you are safe,” I murmured softly while rocking him gently.

Later, during the gala at the Grand Aurora Hotel, the ballroom shimmered with wealth and ambition while conversations floated like currency between powerful people.

Brandon moved confidently through the crowd shaking hands and smiling for attention, while I remained near the edge managing the stroller and soothing quiet cries as instructed.