My Husband Flipped Our Dining Table Two Days After Our Wedding—He Had No Idea Who I Was

“Wrong wife, Derek,” I said softly, my voice cutting through the ringing silence of the room. “You just dismantled your family’s future.”

Derek laughed mockingly and stepped over the shattered porcelain, looming above me.

“Do you think your empty threats frighten me?” he sneered, pointing toward the door. “My family has controlled prime commercial parcels in this city for thirty years.

You’re an employee with a fancy title, nothing more.

Sign over your portfolio management rights by tomorrow morning, or I’ll see to it that your name is blacklisted across every investment board on Wall Street.”

Eleanor smiled condescendingly, remarking that young women sometimes needed reminders of their proper place before joining a respectable family dynasty.

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