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My Wife's Boss Was Me All Along

My Wife's Boss Was Me All Along

Gavin

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"Mike, something urgent came up at Innovate. I can't make the Thanksgiving Gala tonight." My wife Jessica's voice was crisp, businesslike, citing an emergency only her CEO role could handle. I sighed, but promised my daughter Lily we'd still go, despite her mom's absence. But at the glittering school gymnasium, my stomach dropped. There was Jessica on stage, radiant and laughing, beside her old college sweetheart, David Carter, and his son Kevin – a picture-perfect family. She spoke of "family values" while sharing a warm, knowing smile with David. Then Lily whispered, "Daddy, why is Mommy with Mr. Carter?" My heart twisted. I walked up to the microphone, intending to expose the truth. But when I asked, "Since when did you have another son? And, more importantly, does your actual husband know about this cozy arrangement?", Jessica grabbed David's hand, flaunting their affair. The crowd, instead of being outraged, applauded them, sneering at me and calling me a "loser" and "gold-digger." My own wife disowned me, threatening defamation lawsuits. Then, David's son shoved Lily, sending her sprawling, knees bleeding. Jessica just ignored it, dismissing her own daughter's pain, while David threw money at my feet, telling me to "scram." As onlookers smirked, Lily looked at me, tears streaming. "Dad," she choked, "you were right. I don't have a mom anymore." My daughter's broken whisper solidified a cold resolve. This public humiliation, this betrayal, this sickening display had to end. They mocked my "empty threats" when I calmly announced the severance of contracts with their businesses, having no clue that I, Michael Thompson, was the discreet majority owner of Starlight Capital. The private equity firm that owned Innovate Solutions. My silent fury built, awaiting the perfect moment. And tonight, that moment arrived. The game was about to change.

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"Mike, something urgent came up at Innovate. I can't make the Thanksgiving Gala tonight."

My wife Jessica's voice was crisp, businesslike, citing an emergency only her CEO role could handle.

I sighed, but promised my daughter Lily we'd still go, despite her mom's absence.

But at the glittering school gymnasium, my stomach dropped.

There was Jessica on stage, radiant and laughing, beside her old college sweetheart, David Carter, and his son Kevin – a picture-perfect family.

She spoke of "family values" while sharing a warm, knowing smile with David.

Then Lily whispered, "Daddy, why is Mommy with Mr. Carter?"

My heart twisted.

I walked up to the microphone, intending to expose the truth.

But when I asked, "Since when did you have another son? And, more importantly, does your actual husband know about this cozy arrangement?", Jessica grabbed David's hand, flaunting their affair.

The crowd, instead of being outraged, applauded them, sneering at me and calling me a "loser" and "gold-digger."

My own wife disowned me, threatening defamation lawsuits.

Then, David's son shoved Lily, sending her sprawling, knees bleeding.

Jessica just ignored it, dismissing her own daughter's pain, while David threw money at my feet, telling me to "scram."

As onlookers smirked, Lily looked at me, tears streaming.

"Dad," she choked, "you were right. I don't have a mom anymore."

My daughter's broken whisper solidified a cold resolve.

This public humiliation, this betrayal, this sickening display had to end.

They mocked my "empty threats" when I calmly announced the severance of contracts with their businesses, having no clue that I, Michael Thompson, was the discreet majority owner of Starlight Capital.

The private equity firm that owned Innovate Solutions.

My silent fury built, awaiting the perfect moment.

And tonight, that moment arrived.

The game was about to change.

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