Because I was tired.

Now she was doing it again.

And this time… I wasn’t going to let it slide.

When I stepped into the private room, she stood at the center of it all—perfect, polished, untouchable.

“Darling! Come, come. Meet everyone.”

“I didn’t realize you were hosting another event.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a small gathering.”

I looked around.

Nothing about it was small.

“This looks elaborate.”

“Well, I have standards.”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice just enough.

“It’s good for you. Visibility. I’m basically marketing your restaurant.”

Marketing.

That’s what she called it.

Using my business… without paying.

Then she tapped her glass.

The room quieted.

“I simply adore this restaurant.”

Guests smiled.

“She’s worked very hard, and we’re all so proud.”

A few laughs.

“I practically own the place at this point.”

More laughter.

“And my daughter-in-law…”

She raised her glass slightly.

“She’s just a little servant here.”

For a second, people laughed.

Some didn’t.

But no one stopped her.

Something inside me went still.

Not angry.

Not embarrassed.

Done.

I turned and walked out.

Maya followed me into the hallway.

“You want me to shut it down?”

“No.”

“Then what?”