I Returned From Germany To Find My Husband’s Intern Splashing Coffee On Me And Calling Me A Servant. She Bragged About Being The Ceo’s Secret Wife While My Husband Stood There Pretending Not To Know Me. I Slowly Pulled Out The Documents Showing I Own 60% Of The Company And Prepared To Speak.
The Wait
The hospital lobby was eerily quiet, the only sound the hum of the air conditioning. All eyes were on me, the woman in the coffee-stained suit who radiated an unassailable authority, the aura of the true person in charge.
David stood beside me, his arms crossed, a look of grim satisfaction and trust on his face. He knew the real drama was just beginning.
Tiffany was trembling, the phone nearly slipping from her grasp. She stared at me in utter disbelief, her red lips quivering.
“Who… who are you?”
I looked at her and smiled, a smile that was both gentle and terrifyingly cold.
“Why did you stop your live stream? Keep it rolling. Let’s let everyone see how your husband deals with his legal wife.”
Those 5 minutes were the longest of Mark Thompson’s life and the final moments of Tiffany’s power-hungry delusion. I stood there, my back straight, waiting for the storm I was about to unleash upon the betrayers. The atmosphere in the lobby was thick enough to cut with a knife.
The crowd of onlookers, from patients to nurses, instinctively parted, forming a large circle in the middle of the floor like a miniature coliseum. At its center stood me, David, and Tiffany. Tiffany still hadn’t recovered from the phone call. She’d lowered her phone, no longer daring to point it at me, though her thumb was still secretly on the record button.
A tiny sliver of hope must have remained in her shallow, calculating mind. She hoped I was just some powerful business associate of Mark’s, or at worst, the boring stay-at-home wife he always complained about. She still believed in her youthful beauty and the sweet lies Mark whispered to her at night.
“Don’t you dare try to scare me,”
Tiffany stammered, trying to regain some courage, though her voice trembled.
“Mark loves me. He told me even if you are his wife, it’s just a title. Every man gets tired of his old wife and wants something new and exciting. And I’m very exciting.”
I didn’t respond to her cheap provocation. I took out my phone and sent a short text to Arthur Vance, my most trusted legal counsel: Arthur, bring file A to the main lobby immediately. It’s time.
Arthur replied instantly: Understood, Madam Chairwoman. I’m in the elevator.
David moved closer to me, his solid frame shielding me from the curious stares and phone cameras of the crowd.
“Are you sure you want to do this here, Catherine?”
He whispered.
“It could damage the hospital’s reputation.”
I looked up at him, my gaze unwavering.
“A tumor has to be cut out at the root, David. It will hurt once, but then it can heal. If I try to preserve some fake sense of decorum, the hospital my father poured his heart into will be destroyed by them.”
“Reputation is built on integrity and transparency, not on lies and cover-ups.”
David nodded, his eyes showing complete agreement.
“I understand. I’m with you no matter what happens.”
His simple words were a small flame warming my frozen heart. For 15 years, he had always been there, quiet and constant.
Meanwhile, on Tiffany’s livestream, the comments were flying, but the tide had turned completely.
“Oh my god, who is that lady? She sounds like a boss.”
“Looks like the real wife just showed up. This intern is about to get wrecked.”
“This is going to be good. Waiting for the CEO.”
Tiffany glanced at the comments, her face growing paler, but she still tried to argue with the air.
“Don’t believe her, guys. She’s just a good actress. Just wait until Mark gets here, he’ll throw her out on the street.”
The CEO’s Fall
The sound of an elevator dinging cut through the tension. The doors of the private executive elevator slid open. Mark burst out like a whirlwind, his expensive suit disheveled, his tie askew, his forehead slick with sweat.
He was breathing heavily, like he’d just run a marathon, completely stripped of his usual polished demeanor. He saw the chaotic scene, and his eyes darted around frantically. They landed on Tiffany, who was standing there with a look of wounded pride.
He froze for a second, but then his gaze met mine. I was standing with my arms crossed, looking at him as if he were a strange insect. And next to me stood David, regarding him with unconcealed disdain. Mark knew his reign was over.
Seeing Mark, Tiffany latched onto him like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood. She threw herself at him, shedding all her fake pride, clinging to his arm and whining.
“Honey, you’re here! Look, this crazy bitch and that loser David were bullying me. She threw coffee on me and threatened to fire me! Call security and get them out of here!”
Mark stood frozen, his arm rigid in her grasp. He stared at me, his lips moving but no words coming out. Fear was etched on his face. He knew better than anyone that the woman before him was not just his wife; she was the Chairwoman, the one who held his fate, his CEO title, and all the wealth he enjoyed in the palm of her hand.
“Mark,”
I prompted, my lips curling into a smile that made him shudder.
“What’s the matter, CEO Thompson? Your beloved is crying for justice. Aren’t you going to do something?”
Tiffany, sensing Mark’s strange hesitation, shook his arm.
“What’s wrong with you? Say something! Everyone is watching, you have to show them who’s in charge.”
Mark turned to look at Tiffany. The look in his eyes was no longer the adoration of a lover but pure, unadulterated hatred. He realized that this stupid, arrogant girl had just lit the fuse on the bomb that would obliterate his career.
And then it happened. Smack. A sharp, explosive sound echoed through the lobby.
Mark swung his arm and delivered a vicious slap across Tiffany’s face. The force of the blow sent her staggering backward, tripping and falling hard onto the marble floor. The phone flew from her hand, skittering across the tile, its live stream still running.
Tiffany clutched her cheek where the red imprint of five fingers was already forming. She looked up at Mark, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t understand what was happening. The man who just last night had sworn his undying love and promised to buy her a house and a car was now striking her in front of hundreds of people.
“Shut your mouth!”
Mark screamed, his voice cracking with fear and rage.
“What the hell are you talking about, calling yourself my wife? I don’t know you! You’re crazy! Stop spreading these lies.”
The entire lobby gasped. The reversal was shocking, brutal, and utterly pathetic. Mark turned back to me, his aggressive demeanor vanishing instantly, replaced by a groveling, desperate expression. He clasped his hands together, his voice shaking.
“Catherine, honey, please let me explain. I honestly have no idea who she is. She must be some obsessed fan or some delusional person trying to get attention.”
“Please, you have to believe me. You’re my only wife.”
I watched his pathetic performance with a rising wave of nausea. A man who refused to take responsibility for his actions, who would throw his mistress under the bus without a second thought to save himself.
On the floor, after a moment of shock, Tiffany snapped. The physical pain was nothing compared to the public humiliation. She realized she had been betrayed, discarded like a used toy. Her aggressive nature took over. She shrieked, throwing all caution to the wind.
“Mark Thompson, you dare hit me? You don’t know me?”
“Then who was it in my bed at the Mandarin Oriental last night? Who signed the papers for the condo in Hudson Yards in my name?”
“You’ve been sleeping with me for months, and now that your rich wife is here, you pretend you don’t know me?”
Her accusations were like a bucket of ice water thrown in Mark’s face. All his denials were now meaningless. The phone on the floor was capturing every word, every image, and broadcasting it across the internet.
“You shut up right now!”
Mark lunged toward Tiffany to silence her, but David was faster. He stepped forward, grabbing Mark by the shoulder and pushing him back. The strength of a surgeon who keeps himself in shape easily overpowered a man softened by years of lavish dinners and affairs.
“That’s enough,”
David said coldly.
“Stop making a fool of yourself. You are disgracing this institution.”
