At Le Ciel — my own restaurant — I watched my ex-husband and his new wife sit, oblivious to who truly owned the place.
When Chef Antoine approached, I smiled. “Thank you, Chef. Make sure Table 12 gets all the attention they deserve.”
Polite words, but my team knew what they meant — their “VIP” treatment was over.
Tiffany’s confidence wavered, and whispers spread across the room. I simply rose, calm and composed. I’d already won — not through anger, but through success.
True revenge isn’t loud. It’s living better — and walking away with grace.
