My Ex-Husband Humiliated Me at Dinner, Not Knowing I Secretly Owned His Entire Company
The icy water hit me without warning.
My ex-mother-in-law, Diane, smiled as it soaked my hair and dress.
“At least you finally took a bath.”
The table erupted in laughter.
My ex-husband, Brendan, laughed the loudest. Beside him, his new girlfriend Jessica smirked behind her wineglass.
I said nothing.
One hand rested over my pregnant belly as my daughter kicked inside me.
They thought I was a poor, helpless burden Brendan had been forced to support.
They were wrong.
They had no idea who they were humiliating.
The Persian rug beneath my chair? I had approved its purchase during the company's headquarters renovation.
The house they were sitting in? Paid for by the company I secretly owned.
And every paycheck they received came from me.
I quietly reached for my phone.
Jessica sneered. “Calling for a taxi?”
Diane laughed. “Brendan, give her some money and send her home.”
I ignored them.
I called one person.
Arthur, the company's Executive Vice President of Legal Affairs.
He answered immediately.
“Cassidy? What's wrong?”
I looked straight at Brendan.
“Activate Protocol Seven.”
Silence.
Arthur knew exactly what that meant.
“If I authorize this,” he said carefully, “your former husband's entire family could lose everything.”
I watched Brendan laugh.
“They already have.”
I ended the call.
Brendan frowned.
“Protocol Seven?”
He burst out laughing.
“What kind of pathetic game are you playing?”
I placed my phone on the table.
For the first time that evening, I smiled.
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“It's not a game, Brendan.”
“It's the moment you find out who your boss really is.”
