“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

He ate at the same table, but in mind and knowledge, he was the farthest person. Mark’s stupidity and arrogance had blinded him, preventing him from seeing the diamond he had in his own home. Mark collapsed to the floor. His legs could no longer support his trembling body. His face was ashen, like a corpse. He stared at the empty floor with a lost look. His pride was shattered. His future was shattered. His company colleagues looked at him with a mixture of astonishment, disgust, and pity. They whispered, realizing they had been worshiping the wrong man. They had just been in the house of the company’s owner, eating food prepared by the owner’s daughter, and had mocked the death of the company’s owner herself.