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 Public Exposure

Mr. Hayes reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silver wireless microphone, the only working microphone in the hall because his own team had brought it. He pressed the power button, and a small feedback hum sounded, indicating the sound system had been taken over.,

“Pardon me for interrupting your little party,” Mr. Hayes’s voice sounded deep, clear, and authoritative, filling every corner of the room through the main speakers. “I believe there has been a small misunderstanding in your speech from a moment ago, Mr. Damian. You spoke of building a company from scratch, of success through your own merits.”

Mr. Hayes let out a small laugh, a laugh that sounded incredibly dismissive. He walked calmly towards the stage steps while Damian backed away step by step, frightened.

“Perhaps it’s time for those present to know who the true architect behind the empire you claim is, and who is simply a stowaway who has made himself comfortable in it.”

Sylvia, who still didn’t understand the situation, tried to snatch the microphone from a trembling Damian, but he stopped her. “No Sylvia, shut up,” Damian whispered hoarsely.,

His face was ashen. He recognized Mr. Hayes’s voice; he recognized that authority. He knew his arrival was not to congratulate him nor to ruin the party in a vulgar way like throwing water or pulling hair.

His arrival was to carry out a public execution, and Damian, on the magnificent stage he had rented with a bounced check, felt like a defendant waiting for his death sentence to be read in front of hundreds of witnesses. Mr. Hayes’s footsteps ascending the altar stage steps felt heavy and slow, as if each tread were a judge’s gavel striking the bench. Damian retreated step by step.

His face was as pale as paper. Cold sweat soaked his forehead, ruining his expensive hairstyle. He wanted to scream for security, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Besides, he knew the security in this building was no longer on his side. Behind Damian, Sylvia still stood, a mixture of confusion and anger. She still hadn’t fully grasped the danger they were in.

She just felt annoyed that her moment of glory had been interrupted by an old man she didn’t know. Sylvia tried to step forward to insult Mr. Hayes, but Damian quickly spread his arms, blocking her path. Damian knew who the man before them was, and he knew that confronting Mr. Hayes openly was suicide.

Mr. Hayes now stood at the center of the stage, right next to Damian. The difference in aura between the two men was striking. Damian, in his expensive groom suit, looked small and scared, while Mr. Hayes, in his conservative business suit, looked like a giant dominating the room.

Mr. Hayes didn’t speak immediately. He let the silence linger for a few seconds, allowing the tension to build in everyone’s minds. He looked at Damian with an unreadable expression.

It wasn’t explosive anger, but a condescending gaze, as if observing a small insect lost in the wrong place. Then Mr. Hayes turned to the hundreds of guests still glued to their seats. He smiled slightly, a polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

With a relaxed gesture, Mr. Hayes raised his left hand and snapped his fingers toward the control room at the back of the hall. A moment later, the giant projection screen installed on the wall behind the altar lit up. The screen was supposed to display a slideshow of romantic photos from Damian and Sylvia’s pre-wedding shoot abroad, set to a love song.

But what appeared on the giant screen were not photos of lovers, but an extremely complex and detailed corporate organizational chart. The name Alcazar Group appeared in large letters at the top in bold gold font. The guests squinted, trying to read the small print below.

Several business people sitting in the front rows gasped, covering their mouths in disbelief. Mr. Hayes began to speak again into his microphone. His voice resonated clearly and firmly throughout the hall.

He explained that for a long time there had been a misunderstanding about who truly steered the great ship called the company where Damian worked. Mr. Hayes pointed to the screen with his finger. At the top of the organizational chart, in the position of Chairwoman of the Board and Majority Shareholder, was a name very familiar to Damian, but unknown to most of the guests who only knew his facade.,

The name was Eleanor. Yes, Eleanor, the woman sitting calmly at the VIP table sipping her mineral water, was the rightful owner of 90% of the shares in the corporate group that encompassed the subsidiary where Damian worked. Mr. Hayes then moved his finger down the chart, past the board of directors, the operations managers, until it stopped on a small box in the lower center.

There, Damian’s name was written with the title: CEO (Employment at Will Contract).

Mr. Hayes read the text with a mocking tone, emphasizing the words “employment at will contract” over and over. He explained to the audience that Damian’s position was not that of an owner, a founder, or even a strategic decision-maker. Damian was simply an employee who had been given a fancy title because of his marriage to the owner.

Damian was just a puppet displayed in the shop window to maintain the family’s image, while all crucial business decisions were made by the board of directors under Eleanor’s direction. Damian’s face turned red with shame. His secret had been exposed in front of hundreds of people.,

He had always boasted of being a self-made CEO, the brain behind the company’s success. Now everyone knew he was just a lucky employee who had married his boss. The whispers among the guests grew louder.

They began to laugh at their own foolishness for believing Damian’s lies. Sylvia, her eyes fixed on the screen, felt her knees buckle. She looked at Damian in horror.

Her dream of becoming a tycoon’s wife shattered in seconds. She realized Damian had lied to her about the true extent of his power. Unable to bear such humiliation, Damian tried to defend himself.

He snatched the dead microphone from Sylvia and shouted with all his might, though his voice wasn’t amplified by the speakers. He screamed that the organizational chart was a lie. He screamed that he had worked hard day and night, negotiating with clients and generating profits for the company.,

He claimed that assets like the luxury house, sports cars, and apartment were the fruits of his own labor, purchased in his name. Damian tried to convince the guests that it was all slander from an ex-wife who couldn’t move on. He pointed a trembling finger at Eleanor, accusing her of sabotage out of jealousy for seeing him happy with Sylvia.