My Cheating Husband Split the Bill,So I Took Back His EmpireChapter 1
Five years of splitting every expense down the middle with my husband, and there it was on his company's financial report: one box of condoms, categorized under "business trip supplies," with no corresponding charge ever forwarded to me.
The date was last December. He'd gone overseas to close a deal, and the only person he'd brought along was his secretary.
I took a photo of the report and sent it to him.
His response came back ice-cold.
"I gave you a position as a sales manager at the company. Who told you you could go snooping through the financial statements?"
"Spend your time developing clients instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Pull this again, and you can go back to being a housewife."
No explanation. Just a voice dripping with threat.
The line went dead.
I turned around and dialed my subordinate.
"Collect every piece of evidence of Damian Henson's affair. And draft a document stripping him of his position as president of the subsidiary."
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Within minutes, a video arrived.
The footage showed Damian walking into a hotel with his secretary, Eleanor Fox. Same hotel. Same room.
I instructed my team to keep digging.
The moment I hung up, I spotted Eleanor's latest social media post.
In the photo, the two of them were pressed together in a slow, grinding dance, barely dressed, a cruise ship and bright blue sky stretching out behind them. If you looked closely enough, you could see that Damian was visibly aroused. Eleanor, meanwhile, wore a soft, coy smile without a hint of embarrassment. If anything, there was a teasing little pout mixed in.
The kind of closeness that spoke for itself.
Her caption read: "Grateful for my boss who treats me like a little sister, every single day."
I screenshotted it, saved it, and went back to the financial report.
Beyond the condoms, I found that Damian had also purchased several luxury items, all marked as "client gifts."
Before today, if I'd interrupted him during a business meeting and he'd snapped at me, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.
But now I had sent him a photo that practically screamed suspicion, and he hadn't offered a single word of explanation.
Was he really meeting with clients out there, or was he keeping his secretary entertained?
The answer was obvious.
That was when Damian called back.