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 Evidence

I walked slowly towards Mark. The clicking of my heels on the marble floor sounded like a judge’s gavel. I looked him straight in the eye, all traces of affection gone.

“You said you don’t know her?”

I asked, my voice terrifyingly calm.

“Then why does she have keycard access to your office? And why did her bank account receive a $2 million transfer from your secret offshore account last month?”

Mark’s eyes widened in horror. He never imagined I knew about that $2 million, the money he had embezzled from the new MRI machine procurement project. He thought he had hidden it so well through a series of shell corporations.

“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything about that,”

Mark stammered, still trying to lie. Just then, Arthur Vance emerged from the crowd, a thick file in his hands. He walked to my side, bowed his head respectfully, and handed me the folder.

“Madame Chairwoman, here are the complete bank statements, the purchase contract for the condo in Miss Tiffany Jones’s name, and the security footage from the Mandarin Oriental for the past 3 months. All legally obtained.”

I took the file and threw it at Mark’s feet. The white pages scattered across the floor, exposing the naked truth for all to see.

“Read it,”

I commanded.

“Read it and see exactly what you’ve been doing behind my back.”

Mark stared at the scattered papers, his face ashen. He knew he was defeated. He trembled and collapsed to his knees, grabbing the hem of my pantsuit, begging.

“Catherine, honey, I was wrong. I made a terrible mistake. Please, for the sake of our 10 years of marriage, forgive me just this once.”

“I swear I’ll break up with her. I’ll do anything. I’ll be your slave. Just please forgive me.”

The sight of the hospital CEO on his knees crying and begging his wife sent another wave of shock through the lobby.

“Oh my god, so she really is the Chairwoman!”

“The Chairwoman went undercover. This is better than a movie.”

“Serves him right, cheating embezzling piece of trash.”

Tiffany sat in a daze in the corner, watching the man who had been her ticket to a lavish life groveling pathetically. She understood that her dream of being a CEO’s wife had shattered into a million pieces. Not only that, she was now facing legal trouble for receiving stolen funds.

I looked down at the man kneeling at my feet without a shred of pity.

“Our 10 years of marriage?”

I scoffed.

“When you were stealing money meant to save lives to buy your mistress a condo, did you think of our marriage? When you let her insult me and my employees, did you think of our marriage?”

I pulled my leg away from his grasp and turned to face the crowd of employees. In a loud, clear voice, I made my declaration.

“I am Catherine Hayes, Chairwoman of the Board for the Apex Medical Group. I am announcing that effective immediately, Mr. Mark Thompson is officially terminated from his position as CEO for gross ethical violations and suspicion of felony embezzlement.”

“All decisions made by him from this moment forward are null and void.”

My announcement was like a sledgehammer shattering the last vestiges of Mark Thompson’s dignity. The lobby erupted in a chorus of murmurs that quickly grew into open discussion. I saw looks of triumph in the eyes of the nurses and staff whom Mark had bullied. I saw relief on the faces of the honest doctors.

The Last Lie

However, Mark wasn’t ready to surrender. The survival instincts of a cornered rat kicked in. He lifted his tear-stained face, but his eyes held a familiar cunning glint. He struggled to his feet, trying to brush the dust from his knees and reclaim some of his former authority.

“Catherine, you can’t do this to me,”

Mark shrieked, his voice laced with a false sense of victimhood.

“You can’t just use some unverified bank statements to accuse me of embezzlement. That $2 million was an investment for the new hospital wing project! The paperwork just hasn’t been finalized yet. You’re misunderstanding everything.”

He turned to the crowd, raising his hands as if taking an oath.

“Everyone, listen to me! I am CEO Mark Thompson. I have dedicated the last 5 years of my life to this hospital. I would never do anything to harm it. This is a conspiracy, a blatant frame-up!”

I watched his clumsy performance in silence. An investment in a new wing? A pathetic excuse he’d concocted on the spot. Did he really think he could fool me and the law by blaming paperwork?

I didn’t need to say a word. Someone else stepped forward from the crowd, armed with a truth sharper than any accusation.

“An investment in the new wing?”

David’s calm, steely voice cut through the air. He walked forward, holding a tablet displaying real-time inventory data. He stood opposite Mark, a head taller, his presence completely overwhelming. He held up the tablet for everyone to see.

“Mr. Thompson, you claim you were investing in a new wing, but our asset management system tells a very different story. Two weeks ago, you signed off on the purchase of 10 top-of-the-line ventilators and a new generation MRI system.”

“This was at the exact time the Chairwoman was in Germany negotiating those very deals. The total contract value was $2 million. How do you explain that?”

Mark sputtered, sweat pouring down his face.

“The… the shipment is on its way. There are complications with customs. What do you know about international logistics?”

David gave a cold, contemptuous smile. He swiped his finger across the screen, displaying an email.

“I may not be an expert in customs, but I can read. This is a confirmation email from our German supplier which they sent to me this morning. They confirm they have never received any payment from Apex for this order, and of course, no equipment has left their warehouse.”

Another collective gasp went through the lobby. David’s evidence was irrefutable. He pressed on, his words like a surgeon’s precise cuts, stripping away Mark’s lies.

“You claimed the equipment was on its way, yet our warehouse is empty. You used the excuse of needing an urgent down payment to secure the order, embezzled the funds and transferred them to a shell company, while Miss Jones here was suddenly able to purchase a luxury condo for that exact amount.”

“Did you really think the Chairwoman wouldn’t find out?”

Mark was speechless, stumbling backward, his body trembling. He never imagined David would be so well-informed. He had always seen David as a bookish nerd obsessed with medicine and surgery, not someone who would be tracking his financial misdeeds.

I looked at David with a new level of admiration. It turned out that while I was away, he had not only excelled at his medical duties but had also been silently protecting my family’s legacy. He had gathered all this evidence, waiting for my return to help me excise the cancer in our organization.

David turned to me, his gaze firm.

“Madame Chairwoman, as the head of cardiology and a member of the medical board, I can confirm that the lack of this equipment has already negatively impacted patient care. Mr. Thompson’s actions are not just embezzlement; they are a direct threat to the lives of our patients. This is an unforgivable crime.”

David’s final statement was the knockout blow. Mark sank to the floor, his eyes vacant, all fight gone out of him. The truth was laid bare for all to see. The lobby now felt like a public courtroom.