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?

Revoking Access

Eleanor entered a two-factor authentication code and scanned her fingerprint to access the system as the primary administrator. A clear financial diagram appeared on the screen, one she had been quietly monitoring. It showed several interconnected corporate and personal accounts.

For the past five years, Damian had held a secondary access card with a nearly unlimited limit. Damian believed it was his personal account. In reality, it was just a facility Eleanor’s family had granted their son-in-law to facilitate company operations.

Damian had forgotten, or perhaps was too arrogant to realize, that he had never been the primary account holder. Every asset, from the luxurious townhouse they lived in and the cars in the garage to the platinum credit card he used to show off, was linked to Eleanor’s family trust. Eleanor’s finger glided across the tablet screen.

She entered the user access management menu. There, Damian’s name was listed with the status of “CEO full access.” Eleanor tapped the edit button without the slightest hesitation.,

She changed the access status, selecting the option to block all additional credit cards, freeze access to cash withdrawals, and disconnect the digital token for company transfers. The system asked for one final confirmation, warning that this action would paralyze all financial activity for the affected user. Eleanor pressed the confirm button firmly.

The screen processed the command for a few seconds, showing a spinning circle, before displaying a large green check mark with the text: “Access successfully revoked.” Eleanor leaned back into the plush car seat. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining what would happen next.

Damian would be on his way to his freedom at that very moment, perhaps planning a big party to celebrate the divorce. Eleanor knew her ex-husband’s character well. Damian was the type of person who needed recognition; he would surely waste no time in flaunting his wealth to hide the fact that he had just failed at his marriage.,

Eleanor murmured to herself, bidding farewell to her painful past. She was no longer the wife who stayed quiet at home; she was the rightful owner of the business empire Damian had claimed as his own. The sedan weaved through the city traffic, carrying Eleanor away from the courthouse.

In the silence of the car, Eleanor opened a messaging app on her phone. There was an incoming message from Mr. Hayes, a distant cousin and a trusted confidant of her late father who had been helping her oversee the company from the shadows. The message was brief: “Phase one is complete.”

Eleanor typed a quick reply confirming the divorce was signed and the financial access completely severed. She also added instructions for Mr. Hayes to prepare for the next phase. The game had just begun, and this time Eleanor was in full control of the board.

A Celebration Prematurely Planned

Damian walked out of the courthouse with a confident stride and his chest puffed out. He felt like a bird just released from its cage. He immediately took out his smartphone and dialed the number he had been calling the most lately.,

The name Sylvia appeared on the screen. As soon as the call connected, Sylvia’s honeyed voice greeted him. Damian proudly announced that he was now officially a rich, handsome, and single man.

He told Sylvia that Eleanor hadn’t claimed anything, which meant the entire company fortune and personal assets were now safely in his hands. Sylvia screamed with joy on the other end of the line, praising Damian’s negotiating skills, completely unaware that it was all a trap. Without wasting any time, Damian suggested they meet to celebrate this historic day.

They agreed to plan their wedding as soon as possible. Damian wanted to prove to the world, and especially to Eleanor’s family, that he could be happy and successful without the shadow of his ex-wife. He picked up Sylvia in his luxurious company car.

Sylvia was already waiting, perfectly made up and ready to spend Damian’s money. Their destination that day was the most prestigious five-star hotel in Midtown Manhattan, the usual venue for tycoons and high-ranking officials to hold extravagant weddings. Upon arriving at the hotel, they were graciously welcomed by the reception staff.,

Damian, with an air of arrogance, asked to speak directly with the ballroom’s event director. He said he wanted to book the most expensive wedding package available for the earliest possible date. The hotel manager, a professional-looking middle-aged man, received them in his elegant office.

He presented them with a catalog of exclusive wedding packages. Sylvia’s eyes sparkled as she saw photos of decorations filled with imported flowers and crystal chandeliers. Without hesitation, she pointed to the Imperial Nuptial Package, priced at $500,000 for just the venue rental and basic catering, not including the additional decorations she desired.

The First Signs of Trouble

Damian, wanting to look like a big shot in front of his future wife, agreed to Sylvia’s choice without haggling. He even added special requests for a premium menu and top-tier service. The hotel manager smiled broadly as he calculated the total cost.,

He explained that to lock in the date and begin preparations on such short notice, they would need to pay a minimum 50% deposit, though a full payment would be better to secure their priority. With a dismissive gesture, Damian pulled out his leather wallet and took out the black credit card that had always been his symbol of social status. He placed it on the marble desk with a confident clack.

The hotel manager politely took the card and inserted it into the terminal on his desk. Damian looked at Sylvia with a smile, imagining how magnificent their party would be. However, that smile slowly faded as the hotel manager’s brow furrowed.

The terminal emitted a long beep and printed a small receipt with the word “Declined.” The manager tried swiping it again, thinking it might be a magnetic strip error or a poor internet connection, but the result was the same. The machine rejected the transaction.

Damian started to feel uncomfortable. He laughed awkwardly, saying that perhaps the card’s chip was dirty or damaged from frequent use. He then pulled out another credit card from his wallet, this time a platinum card from a different bank.,

He handed it to the manager with some nervousness but tried to maintain his composure. The manager tried to process the transaction again. The seconds of waiting for authorization felt like hours to Damian, and once again, the machine rejected it.

The message on the screen read: “Contact issuing bank.”

Damian’s face began to flush with embarrassment. Sylvia was looking at him with a questioning expression. The smile on her face began to fade, replaced by anxiety.

Damian quickly made an excuse, saying the banking system must be experiencing a massive outage or maintenance, which was why all his transactions were blocked. To save face, Damian finally took out the company checkbook he always carried in his briefcase. He knew it was a bit risky to use company money for personal purposes so directly, but he thought that as the CEO, he could fix it later with the finance department.,

He wrote the amount of $500,000 on the check with a slightly trembling hand and signed it. He handed the check to the hotel manager, saying in a firm tone that this check would certainly clear as it was from a major corporation’s account. The hotel manager accepted the check, examined it briefly, and nodded.

He said he would process it immediately with the clearing department, but since Damian was a VIP client by his assumption, the reservation could be confirmed for now. Damian sighed in relief. He had overcome that small crisis.