ON CHRISTMAS EVE MY HUSBAND THE CEO DEMANDED, SAY SORRY TO HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND OR LOSE MY PAYCHECK ..
I said one word. By morning, my bags were packed and my London transfer was done. My husband’s father turned white. “Please say you didn’t send those papers.” My husband’s smile disappeared instantly. “Send what papers?” “Apologize to Victoria tonight at the Christmas party in front of everyone.” I stared at my husband across the…