After I delivered our twins, my husband tossed divorce papers onto my hospital bed. “Sign them. You’re too sloppy now—you embarrass a CEO like me.” With his arm around his secretary, he sneered, “She’s the one worthy to stand beside me.” I signed without hesitation. The next morning, his access card was deactivated. I stepped out of the Chairman’s office and finally told him the truth.

Mark looked around. The hundreds of employees in the lobby—people he had bullied and ignored for years—were watching him. Some were smiling.

“You can’t do this!” Mark screamed, lunging toward Anna. “I am the CEO! I am the face of this company!”

The security guards tackled him. They slammed him onto the marble floor, pinning his arms behind his back. The “King” was eating dust.

“Bailiff,” Anna said calmly. “Secure his keys.”

A guard reached into Mark’s pocket and fished out the Aston Martin keys.

“And the apartment keys,” Anna added.

They took his house keys.

“You have nowhere to go!” Mark shouted from the floor. “We have a prenup!”

“Yes,” Anna said. “The one you wrote. ‘Each party retains sole ownership of assets registered in their name.’ The only thing registered in your name, Mark, is your student loan debt and your credit card bills. The penthouse is company property. You are evicted.”Chapter 6: The Future of the Mother

The guards hauled Mark to his feet. His suit was rumpled. His hair was a mess. He looked at Anna, and for the first time, he saw her. He didn’t see a “messy housewife.” He saw a Titan.

“Anna…” he begged, his voice breaking. “Please. The twins. I’m their father.”

“You made your choice in the hospital room,” Anna said, her voice icy. “You chose your image over your children. You chose your mistress over your wife. You walked out.”

She signaled the guards.

“Get him out of my building.”

The guards dragged Mark and a weeping Chloe toward the revolving doors. They were shoved out onto the sidewalk, into the busy street, with nothing but the clothes on their backs. No car. No home. No job. No golden parachute.

Anna watched them go.

The lobby erupted into applause. The employees were clapping. They were cheering for the Chairman.

Anna raised a hand, silencing them. She looked at her team.

“Get back to work,” she said softly. “We have a lot of damage to repair.”

She turned her wheelchair around. The General Counsel pressed the button for the VIP elevator.

“Where to, Madam Chairman?” he asked.

“The Boardroom,” Anna said. “And then, back to the hospital. My children need me.”

The elevator doors closed, sealing out the noise, carrying Anna up to the top of the world where she belonged.