My Husband Demands I Leave With Nothing
One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party.
I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face.
"That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!"
The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground.
I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!"
The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!"
I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now.
Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"