On our five-year wedding anniversary, I found out my husband was cheating on me—with my assistant. The betrayal cut deep, not just personally but professionally, as we had built my company side by side… or so I thought. To make things worse, he demanded full ownership of the business I had poured my heart into. And to his surprise, I gave it to him—no argument, no tears. Just a smile.What he didn’t know was that I’d seen the signs months before. The late nights. The whispered calls. The subtle shift in how my assistant looked at me. So I trusted my gut and quietly built a backup: a new company,

new suppliers, a fresh team. Every detail, every connection, every contingency—ready to go.So when the truth came out, I handed over Wildflower Boutique like a gift-wrapped trophy. He strutted away, proud, thinking he’d won. But what he walked into was a disaster: a company riddled with unpaid taxes,