My Husband Divorced Me To Marry His Mistress, Thinking He Owned My Family’s Multi-million Dollar Company. He Just Found Out He’s Actually An At-will Employee. Who Should Tell Him He’s About To Get Arrested At His Own Wedding?

The Final Lesson for Sylvia

Once Damian was taken away, Eleanor turned her gaze to Sylvia. Sylvia, seeing Damian being dragged away by the police, panicked even more. She tried to break free from the hotel manager’s grip, but she wasn’t strong enough.,

Seeing Eleanor looking at her, Sylvia changed her tactic. She switched from anger to pleading. “Mrs. Eleanor, please help me! I didn’t know anything! Damian deceived me! I’m just a victim! As a woman, please have mercy on me!” Sylvia pleaded with a pitiful face, hoping that female solidarity could save her.

Eleanor approached Sylvia. She looked at the expensive wedding dress she was wearing, a dress bought with the company credit card that was now part of Damian’s debt. Eleanor smiled slightly, very slightly.

She reached into her handbag and took out a white envelope, the kind that usually holds a wedding gift. Sylvia saw the envelope with bright eyes, thinking Eleanor would give her a check to pay the hotel bill and free her. Eleanor held the envelope out to Sylvia.

Sylvia snatched it quickly, her hands trembling. She impatiently tore the envelope open. However, her face turned pale when she saw its contents.

The envelope was empty. There was no money, no check, just a small note with the text: “Invoice for wedding dress pending payment.” Eleanor had picked up the note from her usual boutique, which had also been a victim of Damian’s false promises.,

“You wanted a high-end lifestyle, didn’t you Sylvia?” Eleanor said in a low voice, almost whispering in Sylvia’s ear. “You wanted to be on the same level as Damian. Congratulations, now you are truly on the same level: both in debt, both about to be prosecuted by the law, and both with nothing.”

Eleanor stepped back, looking at Sylvia with pity. “Enjoy the rest of the wedding cake, dear. It might be the last decent meal you taste before they serve you prison rations.”

Sylvia was speechless, completely floored. Eleanor’s words slapped her harder than a physical blow. She realized she had lost spectacularly.

She had bet on the wrong horse and now had to pay the price. The hotel manager signaled for the security staff to take Sylvia to the administration office to handle the paperwork, with the police waiting there. Sylvia was dragged away sobbing, past the row of guests who were once her high society friends.,

The same friends she used to boast to, now they were busy recording her downfall to make it the gossip of the day in their messaging groups. Sylvia covered her face with the remnants of her torn dress, unable to bear the shame. The ballroom began to slowly empty of the main drama, leaving behind the guests who were still glued to their seats, shocked by the real-life spectacle they had just witnessed.

Eleanor turned and rejoined Mr. Hayes, who was waiting for her with a proud smile. There were no victory cheers, no celebrations. Eleanor just felt tired, but it was a liberating kind of tired.

She took her handbag and walked with Mr. Hayes toward the main exit. The guests in their path bowed their heads respectfully, this time a sincere respect born of admiration, not politeness. Eleanor walked on that red carpet not as a bride, but as a queen who had just cleaned her palace of trash.

She didn’t look back, leaving behind the ruins of a $500,000 party that was now just a pile of debt and bad memories for the traitor.,

The Aftermath

A month had passed since the scandalous wedding night. The news of the lavish party that ended in handcuffs was still a hot topic in the media and on digital platforms. The faces of Damian and Sylvia appeared on the covers of crime tabloids and business magazines, but with a very different narrative than the one they had dreamed of.

Damian became the symbol of the downfall of a corrupt and greedy young executive, while Sylvia became the living example of a hedonistic and destructive lifestyle. Investigations revealed that Damian had embezzled company funds for years to finance his luxurious lifestyle and infidelities. The total audited losses reached a fantastic figure that left the public stunned.

Behind the bars of a pre-trial detention center, Damian sat reflecting in the corner of a cramped and stuffy cell. He no longer wore expensive suits or designer watches; his body was now covered in a faded orange prison jumpsuit. His hair, once always impeccable, was now messy and starting to grow out of control.,

His face was gaunt, his eyes sunken and surrounded by dark circles from lack of sleep. Every night remorse tormented him. He had lost everything: his position, his reputation, his wealth, and the woman who had sincerely loved him.

His mother had visited him once only to scold him and tell him the entire family was ashamed of his actions. There was no defense or help from renowned lawyers because he had no money to pay them. Damian was completely alone, saddled with a $10 million debt he didn’t know how he would ever repay.

Sylvia’s fate was no less wretched. Although she was not imprisoned like Damian, as her role was considered passive participation in the embezzlement, Sylvia faced civil lawsuits that led to total bankruptcy. All the luxury items Damian had given her—handbags, shoes, jewelry, and even the car that was still unpaid for—were confiscated by the authorities and the finance company as evidence and seized assets.,

Sylvia was evicted from her rental apartment for non-payment. Her high society friends distanced themselves, blocked her number, and excluded her from their circles. Now Sylvia lived in a small rented room on the outskirts of the city, working odd jobs for a small online store while being constantly pursued by debt collectors from the party vendors who still demanded payment for the rest of the catering bill.

The beauty and luxury she had so idolized had vanished, covered by the shadow of debt and shame.