My Husband Brought His Mistress To Meet The New CEO — He Had No Idea I Was The Buyer
Part 2
The silence in the conference suite was absolute, heavy enough to suck the oxygen straight out of Craig’s lungs.
He collapsed back into his chair, his mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land.
Beside him, Heather dropped her pen, her eyes wide with mounting terror.
“Megan,” Craig whispered, the name strangling him as he stared at the platinum signet ring on my finger.
He tried to laugh, a nervous, high-pitched sound that echoed painfully in the quiet room.
“Is this an anniversary surprise?”
He turned to the other board members, spreading his hands in a desperate attempt to regain control.
“Gentlemen, my wife has a unique sense of humor.”
He looked back at me, his voice trembling as he told me to head home, promising to take me out to dinner later.
I didn’t blink, and I certainly didn’t smile.
“Sit down, Craig,” I commanded, my voice carrying a weight that slammed him back into his seat.
I nodded to my assistant, who immediately projected the ownership structure of Stratford Holdings onto the table.
The holographic display revealed that Stratford Holdings was the family trust of my late grandfather.
I was the sole heir, a fact I had kept hidden for fifteen years to ensure I was loved for myself, not my billions.
I told the board how I had played the part of the simple wife, cooking meals while quietly managing a global conglomerate.
Craig felt the blood drain from his face as he realized the boring woman he cheated on was worth more than his entire company.
I turned my attention to Heather, who was shrinking into her chair and trying to make herself invisible.
I feigned ignorance, asking why the sixty-two-year-old assistant listed on the manifest had been replaced by a marketing intern.
Craig tried to lie, stammering about food poisoning, but I cut him off completely.
I pulled up Heather’s personnel file, exposing her missed deadlines and the three raises Craig had authorized in six months.
I read aloud the expense reports from their dates, proving he had charged his mistress’s lobster dinners to the company card.
I dismissed Heather on the spot, having security escort her out of the building with her personal effects in a box.
Craig didn’t even try to defend her, throwing her to the wolves to save his own skin.
Once she was gone, I opened the real file I had brought with me.
I asked Craig to walk the board through his recent sales projections for the Asian market expansion.
He swallowed hard, insisting the twenty-million-dollar contract with Shenzhen Logistics was solid.
I slid an affidavit down the table, a signed statement from the Shenzhen CEO confirming the contract was a complete forgery.
Craig had committed federal securities fraud, inflating the company’s value to secure his own massive bonus.
He pleaded with me in front of his horrified colleagues, begging me to handle this in private because we were husband and wife.
I leaned down, whispering in his ear that I wasn’t his wife anymore.
I told him I was the executioner, and I ordered security to lock the doors until we audited every account he had touched.
He thought losing his job was the worst that could happen, but what do you think he did when he realized I also bought his gambling debts?
