My Wife Regretted Tossing Me Aside for Her AssistantChapter 1

I was in a private club, deep in business discussions with a client, when my wife stormed into the room, clinging to her male assistant.

She was clearly drunk, leaning against him as if he were the only thing keeping her upright.

Before I could say a word, she turned on me, accusing me of following her.

Then, with a sneer, she insisted that they shared nothing more than a professional relationship and mocked me for being petty.

When my client stepped in to defend me, both she and her assistant lashed out at him, their reckless outburst nearly costing me a major deal.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t waste another breath.

Instead, I chose the simplest solution: I filed for divorce. That was when her family panicked.

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"Mr. Gibson, with your industry connections, it’s a shame you’re only a sales manager. I almost feel bad for you."

"As long as you agree, the position of our company as President in Canada will be yours.”

Seated in a private room at Nova Pavilion, he raised his glass to me again, sincerity etched in his every word.

I met his gaze and lifted my own glass with a faint smile.