I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with his boss and confronted him on the spot. Instead of apologizing, he mocked me, sneering that he’d never seriously date “a janitor” and calling me a pathetic loser. I walked out without another word, letting him believe he’d won.
The next day, I showed up at his office. He laughed, told me to go wash the floors—until I calmly told him he was fired. He scoffed, said I was nobody. That’s when I smiled and explained the truth: I owned the company.