My Husband Moved His Pregnant Mistress In — So I Stripped Him Of His Entire Company

Part 1

The heavy oak door swung open, and my husband of five years stepped inside.

Brian’s arm was wrapped tightly around the waist of a younger woman in a form-fitting maternity dress.

Trailing right behind them was my mother-in-law Brenda, carrying bags of expensive organic groceries.

She fussed over the young woman, carefully supporting her elbow as if she were made of glass.

I stood frozen by the dining table, staring at the anniversary cake I had just finished frosting.

Brian looked up and met my eyes without a single trace of hesitation.

His expression was utterly shameless as he pointed toward the hallway.

Get to the guest room right now and change the sheets.

Heather is moving in today because her morning sickness is terrible.

You need to bring her meals and make sure she is comfortable.

My chest tightened as the sheer audacity of his demand washed over me.

I had spent the last five years building his tech company from the ground up.

Three years ago, I suffered a miscarriage from working myself to exhaustion to save him from bankruptcy.

He knelt by my hospital bed back then and swore I was all he ever needed.

Now he was parading his pregnant mistress through our front door on our anniversary.

I gripped the edge of the dining table until my knuckles turned white.

This house is in both our names.

If you want to play house with her, you can pack your bags and leave.

A blinding force cracked against my jaw, sending me crashing into the table.

The crystal wine glasses shattered across the hardwood floor.

Blood trickled down my chin as I slowly touched my stinging cheek.

Brian stood over me with his chest heaving.

You useless parasite.

I am the CEO, and I pay for this house.

If you cannot do your duty and serve her, pack your bags and get out.

Brenda stepped forward with a cruel sneer on her face.

She needed a good slap to wake her up.

A barren woman has no right to be jealous, so just do as you are told.

I wiped the blood from my mouth and slowly stood up straight.

In that exact second, the burning betrayal evaporated into a freezing, calculated calm.

Despite his inflated ego, Brian was nothing but a fragile figurehead propped up by my hard work.

The entire core database of our firm had been programmed by my hands alone while he schmoozed at expensive lunches.

Without my personal reputation to secure our three largest clients, his so-called empire would have crumbled years ago.

The brilliant mastermind he believed himself to be was nothing but an illusion I had carefully maintained.

I forced a small, lifeless smile onto my face.

I will do exactly as you wish.

Brian scoffed and adjusted his expensive blazer.

Have breakfast ready by six.

I turned my back and walked straight into the guest bedroom.

Behind me, the three of them erupted into triumphant laughter.

They thought they had broken my spirit.

They had no idea I had just signed the death warrant for everything Brian owned.

The moment I locked the door, I pulled out my phone and texted my corporate attorney, Craig.

I told him to activate our emergency contingency plan immediately.

I opened my personal laptop and began downloading the master client files from our servers.

The next morning, I was up at five simmering organic bone broth exactly as ordered.

My mind was completely blank of grief.

A predator does not weep while setting a trap.

Brenda and Heather dragged themselves into the kitchen by seven.

Heather dramatically covered her nose and banged her spoon against the bowl.

This smells terrible and bland.

Megan cooked it badly on purpose because she wants to harm your baby.

Brenda snatched the bowl away and dumped it down the sink.

You are starving today.

I kept my eyes pinned to the floor and wiped the counter without a word.

Brian buttoned his cuffs and smirked at my absolute submission.

I have a huge meeting today, so make sure you keep them happy.

He slammed the door, leaving me alone with my tormentors.

The second his car pulled away, the real nightmare began.

Heather threw her designer silk clothes all over the living room floor and demanded I hand-wash them.

Brenda ordered me to scrub the staircase on my hands and knees.

I quietly gathered the expensive garments and locked myself in the laundry room.

I dumped the silk into the washing machine on the heaviest cycle with cheap detergent.

Then I pulled three micro-cameras from my apron pocket.

I had ordered them days ago when I first suspected his cheating.

I slipped one behind the television, one in the air purifier, and one on top of the kitchen cabinets.

Every insult and demand they threw at me streamed directly to my secure cloud server.

That afternoon, I met Craig at a secluded coffee shop in the city.

He pushed a thick financial dossier across the table.

Brian has been funneling company reserves into a shell account for months.

He is bleeding your business dry to fund a new life with her.

I sipped my black coffee and let the bitter taste settle on my tongue.

Register a new LLC immediately with me as the sole owner.

I am taking every single major client with me when I walk out that door.

For three weeks, I played the perfect, silent servant in my own home.

I cooked, I cleaned, and I let them humiliate me while my cameras captured every second.

I was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Then a certified bank envelope arrived in the mail.

Brian snatched it from my hands, but I had already seen the bold print.

He had forged my signature to take out a massive loan for a new mansion.