After My Husband Gave My CEO Position to His Mistress

The Spencer Group's executive floor had transformed into a war zone. I could picture it clearly—the glass walls that once gleamed with pride now reflecting the chaos within. Jazmine stood in Caspian's office, her designer heels sinking into the plush carpet as she faced the storm she'd unwittingly walked into.

"The stock is down fifteen percent!" Caspian's voice echoed through the open door. "Fifteen percent, Jazmine! What the hell do you call this launch?"

I imagined Jazmine's carefully applied makeup unable to hide her growing panic as she clutched the failed product prototype.

"I don't understand," she would stammer. "The data looked solid when we reviewed it."

"Solid?" Caspian's laugh would be cold, nothing like the warm chuckle I once loved. "You told me you verified the integration pathways. You promised this would fix our reputation!"

According to my sources—a few loyal engineers who'd jumped ship after my departure—Caspian had thrown a crystal paperweight at the wall, narrowly missing Jazmine's head.

"I thought you were supposed to be brilliant," he spat. "That's what you sold me on when you crawled back into my life. But you're nothing but a pretty face with an empty head."

The truth was finally dawning on Jazmine. Without me, Caspian was nothing but a hollow shell—all charisma and no substance.

Later that evening, as Jazmine retreated to her temporary office, she discovered something that made her blood run cold. While searching through Caspian's private server for damage control strategies, she stumbled upon encrypted files detailing offshore accounts.

"He's been siphoning funds," she whispered to herself, hands trembling as she traced the money trail. "For months..."

The realization hit her like a physical blow: Caspian wasn't just failing—he was orchestrating the company's collapse while setting her up to take the fall.

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The hospital room was dark except for the soft glow of monitors. I'd been staring at the ceiling for hours, running through scenarios in my mind when a shadow fell across my bed.

I tensed, ready to call for help, when a familiar voice whispered, "Don't."

Jazmine Torres stood at my bedside, her designer clothes replaced by dark jeans and a hooded jacket. Her perfect makeup was gone, revealing dark circles under her eyes.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice steady despite my racing heart.

"I still have connections." She glanced nervously at the door. "I don't have much time."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small USB drive. Her hands shook as she placed it on my bedside table.

"What is this?" I asked, though I already suspected.

"Everything," she whispered. "Caspian's financial records, emails about the fund transfers, documentation of how he's been falsifying reports to inflate stock value."

I stared at the drive, then at her. "Why are you giving this to me?"

"Because he's going to let me take the fall." Tears welled in her eyes. "He's been planning it all along. When the SEC comes calling, I'll be the scapegoat."

"And you think I'll protect you?" The words came out colder than I intended.

"I think you want revenge," she countered. "And I'm offering you the ammunition."

I studied her face—the woman who'd stolen my husband and my company. The woman who'd stood smugly beside Caspian as my world crumbled.

"I want immunity," she said quietly. "From prosecution. From civil suits. I'll testify against him, but I need protection."

I picked up the drive, feeling its weight in my palm. This was power—pure, undeniable power.

"Get out," I said finally.

"Is that a yes?" Desperation edged her voice.

I met her gaze, letting her see the ice in mine. "It's a maybe. Now leave before someone sees you."

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The next morning, I was on the phone before sunrise.

"Anahi, I need you to come to the hospital," I said, my voice tight with urgency. "Bring Ben and Jett. And bring the secure laptop."

They arrived within the hour, setting up a war room in my hospital room. I passed them Jazmine's USB drive.

"Verify everything," I instructed. "Cross-reference with the SEC regulations. Build a dossier they can't ignore."

For hours, we worked in focused silence, the only sounds the clicking of keyboards and occasional whispered curses.

"It's all here," Ben finally said, looking up with disbelief. "Embezzlement, fraud, falsified financial statements. He's been robbing the company blind."

"And setting Jazmine up to take the fall," Anahi added, scrolling through emails. "Look at these timestamps—he started planning this months ago."

I nodded, a cold satisfaction settling in my chest. "Prepare two packages. One for the SEC, one for the press."

Jett's eyes widened. "The press? That's risky."

"Not if we time it right." I checked the calendar on my phone. "Caspian's holding a press conference tomorrow morning to announce damage control measures."

Ben's smile was slow and predatory. "You want us to release everything while he's on stage?"

"Exactly." I leaned back against my pillows, feeling the baby shift inside me. "Set it up so it breaks across every financial news outlet the moment he starts speaking."

As they worked to finalize the packages, I closed my eyes, picturing Caspian's face when the screens behind him started flashing with headlines about his crimes.

The storm was coming. And this time, I wouldn't be the one drowning in it.