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.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.

The turnstile remained locked.

Behind him, a line of employees began to form. “Excuse me, sir, can you move?” someone asked.

“Do you know who I am?!” Mark shouted, spinning around. “I am the CEO! This machine is broken!”

“Sir, please step aside,” a deep voice boomed.

Mark turned. Three large security guards were standing there. They weren’t the usual friendly lobby guards. These men were wearing tactical vests.

“My card isn’t working,” Mark snapped at the lead guard. “Let me through. I have a board meeting in twenty minutes.”

“Mr. Miller,” the guard said, his face made of stone. “Your card isn’t working because it has been deactivated. You do not have access to the secure areas.”

“Deactivated?” Mark laughed, a high-pitched, incredulous sound. “By whom? I run this building! I am the CEO!”

“Not anymore, sir,” the guard said.

“What did you say?”

“We have received orders to bar your entry,” the guard stated. “Please leave the premises.”

“This is insane!” Mark screamed, causing the entire lobby to go silent. “Who gave that order? Call the Chairman! Call the Board! I want answers!”