“What is the meaning of this, Beatrice?”
Beatrice frowned at me with deep irritation.
“Do not play dumb with me, Camilla. The ownership of the restaurant will be transferred to Lucas so he can handle the important business decisions, and you will simply continue working here in the kitchen.”
Several of her friends nodded along in agreement.
“A man can certainly make a business grow much faster,” one of them commented smugly.
Beatrice smiled warmly at her friend’s comment.
“Exactly. Camilla cooks, Lucas manages, and that way the whole family is taken care of.”
I felt something cold and final shut inside my heart. For years, these people had called me family whenever they wanted free meals, money, or my silence, but now they were trying to steal the very business I had built with my blood, sweat, and tears just to bail out a cheating husband.
“I will review these papers later,” I said calmly.