She Split the Bill on Our Marriage,So I Took Back My Billion-Dollar EmpireChapter 1
Five years into splitting every expense fifty-fifty with my wife, I spotted something on her company's financial report that didn't add up: a box of condoms, categorized under business trip supplies, with no cost-sharing record.
The date was last December. She'd gone overseas to negotiate a deal, and the only person she'd brought along was her young assistant.
I took a photo of the line item and sent it to her.
Her response was pure irritation.
"You're nothing but a business manager. Who gave you permission to go through the company's financial reports?"
"I'm out here meeting clients. Stop stirring up trouble over nothing. Spend your time developing leads instead. And don't think being my husband means I won't fire you."
No explanation. Just a voice dripping with threats.
The line went dead. I turned and called my subordinate.
"Gather evidence of Eve Pruitt's affair. And draft a document stripping her of her position as president of the subsidiary."
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Within minutes, a video arrived.
The footage showed Eve entering a hotel with her assistant, Gabriel Henson. Same hotel. Same room.
I ordered my subordinate to keep digging.
The moment I hung up, I noticed a new post on Gabriel's social media.
In the photo, my wife wore a revealing swimsuit. The two of them were pressed together, dancing close, with a cruise ship and a bright blue sky behind them. If you looked carefully, you could see Gabriel was visibly aroused. But my wife's face, soft with a tender smile, showed no sign she found anything wrong with it. If anything, there was a hint of playful reproach in her expression.
The caption read: "Grateful for every day my beautiful boss treats me like a little brother."
I screenshotted it, saved it, then went back through the financial report one more time.
Beyond the condoms, I found that Eve had also purchased several luxury items, all labeled as client gifts.
Before today, if I'd interrupted her while she was meeting clients and she'd snapped at me, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.
But now I'd sent her a photo loaded with obvious implications, and she hadn't offered a single word of explanation.
And the real question was whether she was actually meeting clients or keeping her assistant company.
The answer was self-evident.
That was when Eve called back.