My Husband Of 32 Years Kicked Me Out Into A Sub-zero Night Wearing Only A Nightgown. He Thought I’d Freeze To Death, But I Just Met The Owner Of His Hospital Group. How Should I Execute My Revenge?
The Confrontation
Before he could ask, the door opened again. Raymond walked in wearing his most confident smile, clearly expecting some minor misunderstanding he could charm his way out of. Then he saw me.
The smile vanished. His face went through shock, disbelief, and then something close to panic. He looked from me sitting there in expensive clothes in the company owner’s study, to Constance, whose expression was carved from granite.
“What? What is she doing here?”
he rasped.
“She is my guest,”
Constance replied evenly.
“The real question is, what are you doing here, Mr. Price? Let me answer that for you. I’ve called you here to inform you of a simple decision. As of this moment, you are terminated from New England Regional Healthcare.”
Raymond staggered as if he’d been struck.
“Terminated? For what?”
“For moral depravity and conduct unbecoming an employee of this organization. Last night you threw your wife into below-freezing temperatures in nothing but her nightclothes. You endangered her life. Such people do not work in my hospitals.”
The panic in Raymond’s eyes was raw and primal. This job was everything to him. His identity, his status, his income. He turned to Marcus desperately.
“Marcus, please. We’ve worked together for years. This is a private family matter. Tell her it’s just a misunderstanding.”
But Marcus wouldn’t meet his eyes. Raymond spun back to Constance.
“Mrs. Whitmore, I beg you. 15 years I’ve given to this organization. I’m one of your most valuable administrators. You can’t throw that away over a domestic squabble.”
“It is not a squabble. It is assault. You are dismissed.”
And then something strange happened. The fear on Raymond’s face began to fade. It was replaced by a calculating look, then a cold, vicious smile. He straightened his shoulders. The panic disappeared, replaced by icy confidence. He shifted his gaze from Constance to Marcus.
“Terminated?”
He almost laughed.
“Are you sure about that, Marcus? Are you sure you want to do this before we finalize the Meridian Medical Supplies contract?”
Marcus went pale. He looked like he might be sick. Constance frowned, her sharp eyes moving between her grandson and Raymond.
“What Meridian contract? What does that have to do with anything?”
But Raymond wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was staring at Marcus with the satisfaction of a man holding all the cards.
“Ask your grandson,”
Raymond said smoothly.
“I’m sure he’d love to explain.”
He turned casually, adjusting his cuffs, and walked toward the door. As he passed my chair, he leaned down and whispered,
“Be home by 6 to make dinner, Victoria.”
Then he walked out, closing the door gently behind him.
The Investigator
The silence in the study was suffocating. Constance’s promise of justice had crumbled to dust in seconds. Raymond hadn’t been destroyed. He’d walked out victorious, leaving behind confusion and an unspoken threat. What was the Meridian contract, and what did Raymond know that gave him such power over the CEO himself?
Constance turned to her grandson with eyes like winter ice.
“Explain. Now.”
Marcus jumped up from his chair and began pacing, running his hands through his hair.
“Grandmother, it’s complicated. The Meridian deal is crucial for our expansion. We’re talking about exclusive supply agreements worth tens of millions. Raymond has been leading those negotiations. If we remove him now, the whole thing falls apart.”
“You expect me to believe our entire healthcare system depends on one administrator?”
“No, of course not. But this particular deal…”
“Stop.”
Constance’s voice cracked like a whip.
“I built this organization from nothing. I know when someone is lying to me. Try again.”
Marcus collapsed back into his chair, his face in his hands.
“I can’t,”
he whispered.
“I just can’t.”
Constance stared at him for a long moment. Something shifted in her expression. Disappointment, grief, then cold resolve.
“Leave,”
she said quietly.
“I need to speak with Victoria alone.”
Marcus fled the room like a man escaping a burning building. When the door closed, Constance turned to me. Her eyes were no longer angry. They were calculating.
“My grandson is hiding something. Raymond is using it against him. I need to know what.”
“I don’t understand,”
I said.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you were a nurse for 20 years before you married him. You understand medical systems, billing, administration, but more importantly, you understand Raymond. You lived with him for three decades. You know how he thinks, how he operates.”
She leaned forward.
“I’m offering you a job, Victoria. My personal investigator. Full access to every financial record, every contract, every email in our system. Find what my grandson is hiding. Find the leverage Raymond is using and destroy it.”
I sat there stunned. This was more than a job offer. This was a chance for revenge, a chance to stop being a victim.
“Yes,”
I said without hesitation.
“I’ll do it.”
