After the Breakup, My Scumbag Ex Learned My True Identity

Steven reached out, trying to pull Giselle away. But before he could, she slapped him hard across the face.

“Steven, I married you because I pitied you! And now you dare to cheat on me?” she yelled, hitting him repeatedly while berating him. Steven lowered his head, retreating step by step under her assault.

Watching this unfold, I shook my head.

The Steven I once knew was confident and ambitious. Now, he was reduced to this pitiful state.

I observed their scene coldly and gave my secretary a subtle signal to call security. She quietly stepped aside with a phone in hand.

As Giselle landed slap after slap, Steven stood there, humiliated. A sense of ironic satisfaction washed over me—thank goodness I hadn’t married him.

At that moment, I felt nothing but relief for seeing his true colors before it was too late.

Suddenly, Giselle turned her anger toward me, glaring as she screamed, “It’s all your fault, you vixen! You seduced my husband!”

She lunged at me, ready to attack.

I wasn’t Steven. The moment she came close, I slapped her hard across the face.

The slap echoed in the room. Both Giselle and Steven froze in shock.

Recovering first, Steven grabbed my arm, his voice rising in anger. “Cherry, what are you doing? Do you realize you just hit Giselle? You could lose your job for this!”

He glared at me, demanding, “Apologize to her now!”

I smiled faintly, pulling my arm free. “She came at me first,” I said calmly.

Giselle, livid, screamed, “I want to see your CEO! I’ll make sure you’re fired!”

She stared at me fiercely and shouted, "You're dead, Vixen!"

Her rage amused me, but I shook my head. My patience with these two was running out.

“Cherry, stop this nonsense!” Steven scolded. “You don’t know, do you? Giselle’s best friend is the daughter of your company’s boss. One word from her, and you’re out!”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you sure about that?”

Last time I checked, I was my father’s only child. When did I get a "best friend"?

Moreover, if I were really close to Giselle, wouldn’t she already know who I am?

Just then, Giselle turned to my secretary, barking orders. “Our family came here to collaborate. If you don’t fire this woman today, we’re pulling out of the deal!”

“Understood!” I said abruptly.

She paused, looking smug, but I continued, “From this moment on, the Adams family will never collaborate with the Cooper family again.”

Turning to my secretary, I added, “Spread the word: all business dealings with the Cooper family are terminated immediately.”

“Yes, President Adams,” my secretary replied crisply.