Breaking the Heart of my Untrustworthy Husband

My name was Jackson Whitman, and I was the only son of the chairman of the biggest conglomerate in the city, whose office was located on the city's tallest skyscraper in the central business district.

However, to ensure I would gain firsthand knowledge of the business at the operational level, Dad sent me to work at a branch company. While hiding my true identity, I worked there as a low-ranking admin who barely made 2,500 dollars a month.

To ensure my identity wouldn't be exposed, I either squeezed my way onto the subway trains or rode a bicycle to work every day. I would even purposely wait till there was a buy one, get one free promotion before I bought myself a decent cup of coffee.

Today just so happened to be my 24th birthday, and in an act of generosity, Dad gifted me a Porsche Panamera with the highest specs.

As I went to pick up my new car, I couldn't refrain from taking a photo of it and showing it off on my Instagram.

However, I had completely forgotten to block the post from my colleagues.

Not even two minutes later, the female manager of the sales department, Quinn Zote, began launching a series of questions at me.

"You're driving such a luxurious car? Can you even afford the upkeep?"

"That car sits too low. Men are likely to get in accidents driving it, and if all that bouncing around ruins your prostate, how are you supposed to carry on the family line?"

"Bring me the car key right this instant. It just so happens that I need to use a car tonight!"

For a moment, I stared at the messages in bewilderment.

Quinn had a habit of ordering the male employees around at work. Taking advantage of the fact that she was a manager, she was always going on about the importance of rank and status, and about how one should know their place in life.

Still, never would I have imagined that she would be this outrageous.

Fury drowned my rationale, and I didn't hesitate to reply rudely, "Is there something wrong with you? How I drive my car is none of your business!"

I had just barely sent the message when she called me.

The instant I accepted the call, her shrill voice screeched at me furiously, "Jackson Whitman! How dare you speak to me like that! What do you mean by it's your car? You listen to me! After we marry in the future, you are to immediately transfer ownership of that car to my name!"

I was so stunned by her words that I was momentarily speechless. "Quinn Zote, did you hit your head or something? Who the hell is getting married to you?"

"You even dare talk back to me?" Quinn yelled. "I'm warning you, if you injure your body and become unable to get me pregnant, I'm going to divorce you! See if I don't! Then, you'll be left with nothing to your name and become a penniless man that nobody wants! You'll be the subject of mockery for everyone!

"Anyway, I'm giving you ten minutes! Drive that car over to the company building right this instant and hand me the key. Otherwise, I'm going to the HR department tomorrow to tell them to deduct your attendance and performance bonus for the month!"

Upon hearing that, I couldn't stop the angry bark of laughter that left my lips.

"Seriously, woman? Did you read one too many brainless romance novels and forget to bring your brain to work with you? You want to deduct my performance bonus? Who do you think you are?"

With that, I ended the call before she could respond. Then, without any hesitation, I downloaded the recording of that call and uploaded it to the "Executive Inspection" group chat my father had set up.

Less than three minutes later, Jerry Cardin, the CEO of the branch company we worked at, sent me two messages, one privately, the other in the group chat.

"Mr. Jackson, please calm down! This is clearly failed management on my part!"

"I've already dealt with her and kicked her out of the building with her belongings! She won't be an eyesore for you ever again!"

At first, I thought that this would be the end of this matter and that the disgusting woman would never appear in my world again.

Unfortunately, I never would have expected that this was just the beginning.