Public Betrayal: My Husband's COO

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gut before I even saw her hand slide into my husband' s. She leaned in close to Bryon, her lips almost brushing his ear, making su

g smirk at me. Her androgynous haircut, usually so sharp, seemed to soften right then, an insidious t

anded to me on a silver platter by the woman who was supposed to be my husband's COO and "best friend." A woman who, fo

quick to meet mine, darted away. He adjusted his tie, a tell I knew too well. That laugh, that slight shift in his gaze, i

e ending in my body screamed, a raw, primal protest against the brazen insult. This

ads turned. Eyes, sharp and curious, fixed on me. They expected a scene. They expected the pregnant co-founder, the ven

id churning in my stomach. My hand, surprisingly steady, lowered the glass. I met Dorian' s gaze, then Bryon' s.

wed, searching my face for the expected crack. Bryo

but it wasn't. "Dorian, darling, I always knew you were dedicated to the company

nt throb, a muted backdrop to the silent horror on many faces. Bryon's jaw tightened. Dorian's eyes flared, a flicker of something close to fear m

he veterans, the ones who'd seen Bryon's easy charm and my quiet support build AuraTech from a dream into a booming real

ice a low warning, "what are you talking about? Dorian is my best friend. Our COO. She's been nothing but

It' s always about this, isn' t it? You can' t stand being out of the spotlight. Always so jealous of anyone close to Bryon." She paused

g laugh, but a series of small, sharp jabs designed to chip away at what little composure I had left. The familiar script. The well-worn lin

e public-facing Hazel: the supportive wife, the co-founder content to let Bryon take the credit, the daughter of a powerful VC. They saw the wom

lways have to make things so dramatic?" He'd spun it, twisted it, until I was the crazy one, the paranoid wife. He'd even threatened to leave if I couldn't "con

was "too much" – too smart, too ambitious, too independent – and that my wealth was a burden, not a gift. I minimized my own contributions to AuraTech, letting him take sole credit for the innovations that were actu

genuinely believed his own lie. And Dorian? She was a willing accomplice, a parasite feeding off his arrogance and my quiet suffering. He w

me, was like a sudden, crystal-clear snap. The emot

resolve. "You' re absolutely right. I am overreacting." I forced a small, brittle smile. "And D

h a sliver of suspicion still lingered in his eyes. He probably expected me to

erful team. A truly unparalleled synergy. Perhaps you should make it official. Not just in the bedroom, but in the boardroom." My smile wi

looked genuinely stunned. Her triumphant expression melted into one of utter confusion. Sh

racking, the carefully constructed persona

h... chemistry. You deserve to run your little empire hand in hand. I wouldn't want to get in

ing realization. This wasn't the meltdown he'd anticipated. This was something else entirely. He looked at

witnessing a play they hadn' t paid for, a drama far more riveting than any tech launch. They watched, spellbound,

ocating. I turned, pushing past a startled intern, and walked towards the exit. My heels clicked against the polished concrete, ea

the suffocating atmosphere, I pulled out my phone. My fingers flew across the sc

in AuraTech. Effective immediately. And I need a legal team, the best you have, to draft divorce papers and, well, another document. A termina