Part One: Know Your Place
The kiss lasted only three seconds. It ended eight years of marriage in front of five hundred laughing employees.
When my husband shoved me onto the ballroom floor and roared, “Know your place,” I finally understood he’d forgotten who had placed him on that stage in the first place.
He’d forgotten who had placed him on that stage in the first place.
Crystal chandeliers glowed above Ashgrove Technologies’ annual leadership ceremony. My husband, Corbin Voss, stood beneath a gold banner announcing his appointment as the company’s new CEO, smiling like a king waiting to receive his crown.
At his side stood his secretary, Simone Rourke, in a shimmering silver gown better suited to a nightclub than a corporate event, wearing the satisfied expression of someone who already believed she knew how the evening would end.
The chairman had barely finished announcing Corbin’s promotion when Simone grabbed his face and kissed him. The ballroom gasped.
Then Corbin kissed her back.
