MY HUSBAND BURNS MY ONLY GOOD CLOTHES SO I CAN’T GO TO HIS PROMOTION PARTY

“Congratulations, Troy! I hear the mysterious Chairwoman of the company is attending today,” an executive greeted. “I hope you impress her!”

“Of course,” Troy replied proudly. “I’m their best VP. And who wouldn’t be impressed by Vanessa and I? We are the perfect power couple.”

« It’s a shame, babe, your starving husband might be crying at home right now, » Vanessa laughed mischievously.

« Let him go. He’s trash, we’re the royalty here, » Troy replied with a smile.

They had no idea that they were talking about the same woman Troy had sold clothes to just a few hours ago.

The orchestra’s music suddenly stopped. The surrounding lights went out, and only the large spotlight focused on the grand entrance of the ballroom. Mr. Lorenzo climbed onto the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Mr. Lorenzo announced, his voice echoing throughout the hall. “After a long period of maintaining privacy, it is a great honor to introduce to you the sole owner and Supreme Chairwoman of Consunji Global… Madame Elena Consunji!”

The Coming of Light and Truth

Two massive mahogany doors swung open. Twelve sturdy, armed bodyguards entered in a V formation.

And from among them, I walked.

I was wearing a shimmering and gorgeous gold gown embroidered with real diamonds. Around my neck hung the famous “Tears of the Sun” diamond necklace. My hair was perfectly styled, and my posture exuded power and authority.

Billionaires, politicians, and famous personalities applauded and cheered as I walked the red carpet.

But when my eyes caught Troy, I saw him drop his champagne glass. CRASH! Troy’s eyes widened. All the blood drained from his face. His whole body began to tremble as he stared at me. Vanessa, who was next to him, was also stunned and speechless.

“E-Elena…?” Troy stammered, trembling and whispering, as if he had lost the air in his lungs. “Impossible… that’s my w-wife…”

I walked slowly towards him. The guests moved aside to make way for me. I stopped right in front of Troy. I looked him up and down, just as he had looked at me earlier in the backyard.

“Good evening, Troy,” I greeted coldly and authoritatively, smiling a hair-raising smile. “I’m here. Sorry if I’m a little late. My wife burned the first thing I was going to wear.”

Some close executives heard what I said and were surprised.