Every year, Jack — the owner of the company where I work — invites the executive team and their spouses to a retreat at his estate. I was recently promoted, so this was my first year attending.

Having only previously dealt with Jack during business situations, I was nervous. But I shouldn’t have been. He was incredibly welcoming, especially to my wife. He fawned over her really, always offering to refill her drink or make her a plate.

Later that evening, Jack casually sidled up to me at the fire pit.

“Your wife is lovely — an exceptionally beautiful woman,” he said. “I’d love to get to know her better — with your permission, of course.”

It took a moment for the meaning of his request to sink in. I can assure you, my Becky is an... Read More