The CEO's Secret Wife: Bankrupting My Husband
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On Employee Appreciation Day, every woman in the office got a $500 bouquet of roses. Every woman except me.
When I went to HR to ask why, I overheard the interns laughing in the breakroom.
"Julian spent Morgan's flower budget to buy Chloe a massive custom bouquet! Who cares if Morgan is the Creative Director? She's just a sad workaholic obsessed with the CEO."
What those interns—and that spoiled little mistress—didn't know was that Julian wasn't just my boss. He was my husband of seven years.
I was the secret genius working for pennies to build his multi-million-dollar agency. But since he wanted to treat me like trash to impress a 22-year-old, I decided to give him the ultimate divorce gift.
I packed up my winning pitch, walked out, and called his biggest, most lethal billionaire rival.
"I'm in," I told him. "Let's bankrupt my husband."
When I went to HR to ask why, I overheard the interns laughing in the breakroom.
"Julian spent Morgan's flower budget to buy Chloe a massive custom bouquet! Who cares if Morgan is the Creative Director? She's just a sad workaholic obsessed with the CEO."
What those interns—and that spoiled little mistress—didn't know was that Julian wasn't just my boss. He was my husband of seven years.
I was the secret genius working for pennies to build his multi-million-dollar agency. But since he wanted to treat me like trash to impress a 22-year-old, I decided to give him the ultimate divorce gift.
I packed up my winning pitch, walked out, and called his biggest, most lethal billionaire rival.
"I'm in," I told him. "Let's bankrupt my husband."















































