The past couple of days had been stressful, to say the least. Reviewing documents over and over again made me feel like I was going insane; the jargons were starting to jam together in my mind.
I rubbed my forehead to ease the tension. My body felt heavy, a deep-seated exhaustion settling into my bones. As soon as I entered the room, I kicked off my shoes. This constant back-and-forth—playing the role of the housewife and the Chief Compliance Officer—wasn't helping. In fact, it was making everything worse.
I knew if I told Eric the truth, he wouldn’t be keen on it. He would prefer I stayed home and became a traditional housewife—the typical lifestyle of the rich, where women are placed as accessories rather than partners.
‘I don’t want this for my daughter,’I thought, pulling off my clo
