Betrayed by My CEO Husband I Froze His Fortune and Ended His Mistress

I'd just stepped out of a team dinner with my coworkers.

That's when I spotted them—a young couple by the window. The man was carefully peeling shrimp for the woman, his attention wholly devoted to her.

My colleague sighed wistfully. "See, that's what romance looks like."

She nudged me, gesturing toward the pair. "I bet your husband does that for you every night, huh? Peels your shrimp like a gentleman?"

I opened my mouth to explain that Roger Simmons was allergic to shrimp. In five years together, shellfish had never once touched our table.