Introduction

I just closed a fifty-million-dollar deal for Innovatech Solutions, the company I co-founded with my wife, Jess.

My team, the Trailblazers, cheered as Jess, our CEO, hugged me, promising a "really special bonus."

That bonus was a crudely drawn Sharpie watch on my wrist and a flimsy "next year" promise.

Later, my blood froze seeing Liam Walker, her incompetent "Executive Assistant," beaming with keys to a company-leased Porsche, courtesy of Jess.

His Instagram: "Real love means exclusive pampering. #BestBoss."

Humiliation burned as Jess frantically spun excuses, then offered me the baby I' d always wanted if I' d "unlike" the post.

When I refused, she retaliated, punishing my loyal team while Liam' s cronies went untouched.

"You'll get over it," she snapped, hanging up.

The Porsche was just the latest, undeniable symbol of her two-faced hypocrisy and a years-long affair.

My love for the woman I married had completely evaporated, replaced by a profound, weary exhaustion.

I was done enabling her narcissism, done absorbing her endless betrayals.

"Let's just get a divorce," I told her, my voice flat and final.

Then, I called Innovatech' s biggest competitor, ready to secure not just my future, but my entire team's, forcing her to finally face the consequences.