I never told my husband that I secretly bought the company he works for. To him, I was just his “embarrassing, uneducated” wife. At the annual gala, he first introduced me to the CEO as his “nanny” to save face. I bit my tongue. But an hour later, his sister deliberately poured red wine on my white dress and pointed to the floor, snapping, “Since you’re the help, clean that up.” That was it. I walked onto the stage, took the microphone from the CEO, and announced, “I don’t clean floors, but I do clean house. David, Sarah—you’re both fired, effective immediately.”