My husband made me play the maid at his promotion party, and he even showed off his mistress… but everyone was stunned when the big boss bowed to me and called me “Madam President”.

My husband made me play the maid at his promotion party, and he even showed off his mistress… but everyone was stunned when the big boss bowed to me and called me “Madam President”.
My name is Éléonore Morel. In the eyes of my husband, Laurent Dubois, I am just a simple housewife: without work, without ambition and, according to him, without value.

What Laurent doesn’t know is that I am the secret owner of the Horizon Global Holdings group, an empire valued at five billion euros, with shipping lines on the French Mediterranean coast, luxury hotels in Nice and Cannes, and technology companies based in Paris, Lyon and other major European cities.

Why did I hide it? Because I wanted Laurent to love me for who I am, not for my money. When we met in Lyon, he was kind, hardworking, and full of dreams. But when he was promoted at the company where he worked—unaware that it was also one of my subsidiaries—he changed. He became arrogant, contemptuous, and I lost the man I had fallen in love with.

The evening of his promotion party arrived. He had just been appointed Vice President of Sales for France.

I was getting ready, holding my evening dress, when Laurent entered the room with a hanger in his hand.

« What are you doing, Eleanor? » he asked coldly. « Why are you wearing that dress? »

« I’m getting ready for your party, » I replied with a forced smile.

He laughed contemptuously. He tore off my dress and threw it on the ground.

« You’re not a guest, » he said harshly. « At this party, I need people to serve. We’re short-staffed. »

He then threw me the hanger wearing a black servant’s uniform: white apron and headband included.

« Put this on. You’ll serve the drinks. It’s the only thing you know how to do, isn’t it? And one more thing… don’t tell anyone you’re my wife. You’re embarrassing me. Say you’re an hourly employee. »

I felt something break inside me. I wanted to shout at him that I could buy the company he worked for. That I could fire him with a single phone call. But I remained silent.

That was the final test.

« Very well, » I replied in a low voice.