The Chairman's Revenge

The Chairman's Revenge

Madel Cerda

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My life was the American dream: Alex Sterling, a tech CEO with a penthouse, a beautiful wife, and a billion-dollar company. Then came the Aspen ski accident, changing everything. Confined to a wheelchair, "recovering," my perfect wife Jessica and my best friend Marcus took over my life and my company. But beneath their overly solicitous smiles and condescending coos, I saw the truth-the lipstick smudge on his collar, the furtive glances, the subtle touches. My wife and my best friend were having an affair, plotting to steal everything I' d built. They paraded doctors, pushed papers for me to sign, openly humiliated me, calling me a "cripple," "pathetic," believing me utterly broken and powerless. Jessica purred about romantic chalets while forcing me to sign away what they believed were my company's controlling shares. Marcus, my supposed brother-in-arms, even kicked my wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with years of festering resentment, reveling in my apparent downfall. Even my fiercely loyal head of security seemed to turn on me, joining their "winning team." The betrayal, the public mockery, the slow dismantling of my life-it was a torment I wouldn' t wish on my worst enemy. Why would I endure this unbearable humiliation? Why let them strip me bare, sign away my company, my marriage, my very dignity, believing I was blissfully unaware? They thought they had won, that I was a broken man about to be discarded. But what if the accident was no accident? What if I knew every single step of their treacherous plan, even before they took it? Because when I put my name to those papers, the game wasn't over for me; it had truly just begun for them.

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My life was the American dream: Alex Sterling, a tech CEO with a penthouse, a beautiful wife, and a billion-dollar company.

Then came the Aspen ski accident, changing everything.

Confined to a wheelchair, "recovering," my perfect wife Jessica and my best friend Marcus took over my life and my company.

But beneath their overly solicitous smiles and condescending coos, I saw the truth-the lipstick smudge on his collar, the furtive glances, the subtle touches.

My wife and my best friend were having an affair, plotting to steal everything I' d built.

They paraded doctors, pushed papers for me to sign, openly humiliated me, calling me a "cripple," "pathetic," believing me utterly broken and powerless.

Jessica purred about romantic chalets while forcing me to sign away what they believed were my company's controlling shares.

Marcus, my supposed brother-in-arms, even kicked my wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with years of festering resentment, reveling in my apparent downfall.

Even my fiercely loyal head of security seemed to turn on me, joining their "winning team."

The betrayal, the public mockery, the slow dismantling of my life-it was a torment I wouldn' t wish on my worst enemy.

Why would I endure this unbearable humiliation?

Why let them strip me bare, sign away my company, my marriage, my very dignity, believing I was blissfully unaware?

They thought they had won, that I was a broken man about to be discarded.

But what if the accident was no accident?

What if I knew every single step of their treacherous plan, even before they took it?

Because when I put my name to those papers, the game wasn't over for me; it had truly just begun for them.

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