The Billionaire’s Plus-Size Ex-Wife
I had built Bennett House from almost nothing, survived men who underestimated me, pregnancy and motherhood without Lucas, sleepless nights, failed collections, impossible investors, and every moment I wondered whether I could hold everything together.
Somehow, I did.
I turned toward the microphone. “Good evening everyone.” My voice sounded steady, thank God.
For the next forty minutes, I spoke about the European expansion, the partnership, projected growth, the new collection, and Bennett House’s future. I answered every question, smiled when necessary, and remained composed under pressure.
I did not look at Lucas. At least, I tried not to.
But I could feel him watching me and Ethan.
When