I stayed silent for a long time. Lived in his shadow. Smiled when I wanted to cry. Supported him when I had no strength left. He always told me I would never amount to anything, that I was nothing without him. And I believed him. I tried to prove him wrong, but all I ever heard was: “You’re just my wife. Know your place.”

And that evening — it was more of the same. My husband had gathered his business partners, colleagues, and friends to celebrate his company’s anniversary. Guests, laughter, clinking glasses, congratulations. He was the center of attention, soaking in praise. I sat next to him like a statue — meant to be pretty and silent.

Then he stood up, raised his glass, and began his toast:

— “Thanks to everyone who helped me succeed