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When I returned, I was not the same woman. I sat with poise, folded my hands, and said calmly:
\u201cYou know, sometimes a man forgets that the woman beside him gave up her youth, her dreams, even her body, to build his world. And instead of gratitude, she receives insults.\u201d<\/p>\n
His friend\u2019s wife reached across the table and squeezed my hand. My husband smirked, dismissive. He didn\u2019t realize it yet \u2014 but he had awakened something dangerous inside me.<\/p>\n
Two weeks later, his company\u2019s anniversary gala loomed \u2014 the grandest event of the year. The kind of night he lived for: journalists, investors, politicians, all gathered under glittering chandeliers. He spent days rehearsing his speeches, picking out his suit, reminding me endlessly to \u201clook perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n