The Unwanted Husband's Revenge

My wife, Sarah, always craved something louder, something more, unlike my quiet integrity. She'd called me to a Boston steakhouse, claiming a critical deal for her family's company, Ross & Sons. But the meeting quickly devolved into a predatory ambush, led by the infamous corporate raider, Vic Sterling. When I pointed out the deal's fatal flaws, Mark Jenkins, Sarah's COO, called her, and her voice, impatient and dismissive, echoed through the phone: "Alex, just stop creating problems. Let the professionals handle it. Don't ruin this for us." Sterling, appearing like a predator, then openly mocked me, calling me "the anchor" and a "relic" while Davies, his accomplice, snickered. The ultimate betrayal came when Sarah herself walked in, ignoring my warnings, and with a star-struck smile, publicly announced, "Our marriage... it's run its course. I'm choosing a future with Vic. Professionally, and personally." They snickered and pushed divorce papers towards me, ready to discard me and our shared legacy like yesterday's trash. The humiliation burned, a bitter taste, as they mistook my quiet nature for weakness, and my principled stand for a lack of ambition. They boasted of their boundless power, completely unaware of the true, silent influence I possessed, built on generations of uncompromising integrity. My patience had reached its limit. With a calm hand, I signed the divorce papers, then reached for my phone, meticulously dialing a number that would shatter their carefully constructed illusion of invincibility.