After Divorce, I Revealed My Shocking True Identity

Over the weekend,my husband and I were invited to a charity auction,a rare opportunity to spend time together.

During the bidding,I found myself drawn to the same oil painting as his secretary.

Just as he was about to bid,my husband threatened to keep bidding higher than the other bidders in order to please his secretary.His move surprised me.

"Azalea Romano,you're nothing more than a dog kept by my family.What right do you have to compete with me?"

As the other bidders started to pull back,I snapped my fingers at the auctioneer.

"Whatever Clyde bids,I'll bid one dollar more!"

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The words escaped my lips before I could stop them, and in an instant, all eyes in the room turned to me.

A few moments later, the entire room burst into laughter.

"Is she out of her mind? Fighting her own husband over this? Must be a little too much money to burn."

"She's not just crazy; she's foolish! A trophy wife challenging Clyde like this in public? Ridiculous."

"I heard the rumors. A few years ago, Clyde took in a trophy wife and kept her locked away at home. Never thought I'd see her here, though."

The murmurs swirled around us and I saw Clyde Mancini's expression darken, his gaze narrowing with growing irritation.

The next second, Clyde suddenly shot to his feet, pointing at me as his voice rang out across the room.

"Azalea! Put your hand down right now, do you hear me?!"

"You're spending my family's money! How dare you compete with me?"

I leaned back in my chair, calm as a stone, meeting his eyes with an air of indifference.

"Clyde, I'm still your wife, after all. Show some respect when you talk to me."

"If I want something, why should I back down for someone else?"

"And besides, I've never spent a single cent of your family's money. So don't talk nonsense."

I let the words sink in, my gaze sharp and steady.

"Not a single cent of your family's money, so don't twist the truth."

Clyde's face reddened with fury.

"Azalea, haven't I told you to call me President Mancini in public?"

"You're nothing but a dog my family raised. You and I have nothing to do with each other!"

I sighed softly, staring at him intently, "President Mancini, is this really how far you'll go for your little secretary?"

From the moment I stepped into the auction hall, something had felt off.

By all logic, as Clyde's wife, I should have been seated beside him, not tucked away in the farthest corner.

I chose to let it slide for the time being.

After all, Axel Mancini, his father, had always treated me decently, often inviting me to play chess with him.

As a gracious woman, putting up with an arrogant husband seemed a small price to pay.

But who would have thought that my rightful seat had been given to Clyde's secretary, Everleigh Moretti?

A fresh graduate, besides being younger than me, she had nothing remarkable about her.

Yet my foolish husband insisted on defending her.

The thought alone made my anger boil.

Still, the so-called rising star of the business world remained blissfully unaware, continuing to taunt me without end.

"Azalea, who do you think you are? You have no say in what I, Clyde, decide!"

"We've been married for years! You've eaten my family's food and used my family's money; what could you possibly fight me with?"

By the time he finished, Clyde's temper had exploded.

"I'll tell you right now, I'm buying this painting for Everleigh!"

Before I could even respond, the secretary beside him spoke up, unable to hide her smugness.

She looked at me, a victorious gleam in her eyes.

"Miss Romano, I'd suggest you give up."