I Left With the IP—Now, He's a Fraud

It is the sixth anniversary of my marriage. A delivery man brings 999 champagne roses to my desk, asking me to sign for them.Within seconds, everyone looked at me with envy. They sing praises of how my husband, Harold Atkins, is such a doting and romantic lover. I hold the bouquet of roses to my chest and chuckle shyly.However, Sierra Schneider, Harold's assistant, tears the roses from my grasp."Mrs. Jackson! Just because you didn't get any doesn't mean you can steal my flowers from me!" she mocked."My boyfriend gifted me this for my birthday, and now you've ruined it!"The delivery driver is at a loss as he gets chased out by Harold. He apologizes profusely for mixing up the order.Harold loves me deeply and treats me nicely. He comforts me and scolds Sierra, and even makes it up to me with a diamond necklace worth millions.However, the name I see written on the gift card in that box is Sierra's.Thankfully, I own the copyrights to this company's designs.