For years, you were the ghost in your own home. You weren't just Maery; you were a masterpiece of domestic efficiency, the silent engine that kept Julian’s world spinning. You curated an existence that looked perfect from the outside—hosting high-stakes dinner parties for his partners and grinding away at his family’s restaurant for "just a few hours," which always turned into a full day. You were an unpaid CEO, a devoted servant to a man who took your brilliance for granted.