Her Husband Laughed When His Mistress Mocked Their Children's Clothes — Until She Walked Into His Boardroom

Colin hyperventilated, his hands trembling violently on the mahogany table.

"Hannah?" Colin choked out, his voice a breathless, completely terrified whisper. "This is a joke, right? You're a stay-at-home mom. You sew clothes."

Hannah didn't yell. The absolute, terrifying restraint she showed was infinitely more dangerous than screaming. She calmly took her seat at the absolute head of the massive table, folding her hands flawlessly.

"I sew clothes for my children because I love them," Hannah stated coldly, her dark eyes locking onto his with pure, demonic wrath. "I run this empire because I inherited it."

Paige was completely paralyzed beside him. The arrogant mistress realized the woman she had publicly humiliated the night before was actually the ultimate boss of her own father.

Hannah reached into her tailored suit jacket and pulled out a sleek black folder, tossing it directly onto the table in front of Colin.

"What is this?" Colin stammered pathetically, terrified to open it.

"That is a heavily documented audit of the trust fund you thought you built over the last five years," Hannah revealed lethally. "The trust you thought you were going to use to fund your divorce and take my children away from me. You didn't build it, Colin. I did. I funded your entire career through anonymous corporate bonuses to ensure my family was comfortable."