Breaking the Trophy Wife

Summary

My husband, Ethan, sent his secretary to “assist” me with a business negotiation at a downtown restaurant.

But at the dinner table, she deliberately made things difficult, goading the client into forcing me to drink.

I cited a severe alcohol allergy and tried to leave, but she physically blocked my path.

“Zoe, you’re just a trophy wife. When you’re told to drink, you drink. Cut the crap.”

A small smile touched my lips. I tore the contract in half right there and then, and dialed my husband’s number.

“Your secretary seems to think the Vance family doesn’t need me anymore. Is that right?”