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

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

It was the last test.

“Very well,” I replied in a low voice.

As I went down to the living room of our house in the 16th arrondissement of Paris, I saw a woman sitting comfortably on the sofa. It was Camille, her secretary: young, beautiful and sure of herself.

But what took my breath away was what she was wearing.