
My Wife Digs the InternMy CEO wife has a habit of rewarding top-performing employees with a private dinner.
After seven years of being secretly married to her, I finally pushed myself to the limit—working around the clock for an entire month, nearly coughing up blood—just to land the number-one spot and finally earn that public dinner date with my own wife.
But Alexia gave the spot to an intern instead.
"Caleb just joined the team. He needs some motivation and encouragement. As my husband, you need to be understanding. Next time, if you close over ten million in sales, I'll definitely give you the spot—and I'll even throw in a diamond wedding ring worth a million."
For the sake of the company and our marriage, I let it slide.
Then I closed a ten-million-dollar deal and showed up at the restaurant we'd agreed on. She never came. No calls, no texts.
I was about to head back to the office to find her when I saw Caleb's post on social media: a candlelit dinner with my wife, and on his ring finger—the very ring she'd promised me.
His caption read: [Family keeps asking when I'm getting married? Don't worry—my girlfriend, the CEO, showed up with a ring to save the day.]
Coworkers flooded the comments with excitement. I calmly left a comment of my own.
My wife, who had been MIA for six hours, immediately called me in a panic.
"Don't get the wrong idea! It was just a dare—he lost a game, that's all. You're still my husband. I just loaned him the ring for a minute. Once the game's over, I'll get it right back to you."
But I don't want the ring or her anymore.
"Don't bother. Let's get a divorce."