My Husband Invited His Boss

… everyone is talking about. Preston’s probably going to lose half his assets, his reputation, and maybe even his job.”

I blinked, holding my glass midair. “Wow.”

Adrian raised his own glass, clinking it gently against mine. “Karma’s a funny thing, isn’t it?”

I smirked. “Karma and glitter,” I said, nodding toward a stray sparkle still clinging to the floor from Clara’s art project months ago.

We both laughed — real laughter this time — the kind that heals tiny fractures you didn’t even know you carried.

For the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely hopeful. Not because Preston got what was coming to him, but because Adrian and I had survived the storm — and we were stronger for it.

And from that day on, I never let anyone, not even my husband, make me feel small again.