She Stole My Husband, So I Took His Company

Denisse's POV

“Help me? You think a mistress who stole my husband gets to say that?” I snapped back and grabbed her wrist. “That diamond ring from Cartier? It’s ten carats, worth a million. You really think you could afford that on your own?”

Ellery yanked her hand back, looking guilty but still trying to sound righteous. “I’ve been taking care of Wren for days. Isn’t it only fair I get something in return?”

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s marital property. Everything you’ve received while I’m still his wife, you’ll have to give it up.”

Realizing I wasn’t playing nice anymore, Ellery dropped the act.

She sneered. “No wonder Wren’s tired of you. You’re so calculating. Always pretends to be some strong career woman. Women like you are just masculine control freaks hiding behind fake power.”

I gave her a long look. “Still better than women like you, preaching sisterhood while spreading your legs for someone else’s husband.”

In that instant, her face turned red with rage. But not one of her little fans dared to speak up.

After all, I was the one holding their future in my hands. One word from me, and they’d be out the door.

Suddenly, Ellery clutched her stomach like she’d just remembered something and spat, “You're just a washed-up hag who can't even have kids. You’re probably already in menopause. You’re a disgrace to women. But me? I'm young. I can have children. I’m better than you.”

Having had enough of her, I slapped her hard.

“Don’t think you can wave a baby around like it’s a trump card,” I said coldly. “You’re not nearly strong enough to be my opponent.”

Then I turned and walked straight into Wren’s office.

Without even looking up, he said sweetly, “Ellery, how many times do I have to remind you to knock?”

I slammed the divorce papers down on his desk.

Only then did he glance up, and his smile disappeared.

Then, with his voice turned cold, he repeated, “Denisse! Don’t you know how to knock before entering my office?”

What a hypocrite.

But I wasn’t in the mood to argue.

I tapped the divorce agreement with my finger and said, “Sign it, Wren. I’m willing to walk away with nothing. But only on one condition: give me back my gold necklace. If not, I have no problem dragging both of us down.”

When I married him, I had nothing. But I’d fought by his side at the company for nearly ten years, so I wasn’t the same powerless woman I used to be.

He flinched when I mentioned the necklace just for a second, but quickly masked it, then grabbed the agreement and tossed it back at me.

“Denisse, this jealousy of yours is out of control. You’re not some impulsive young girl like Ellery. You should know by now what your actions will cost you.”

Right on cue, Ellery burst into the office, sobbing, and threw herself into his arms.

“Don’t blame her,” she whimpered. “She’s just mad about the ring you gave me. I can give it back, I don’t want it anymore.”

He stroked her swollen cheek gently, eyes full of pity.

Then he glared at me and roared, “Denisse, you hit her over a ring? After all these years as my wife, haven’t I given you enough? Was that really worth losing your temper over?”

I let out a bitter laugh.

Three years ago, I lost our wedding ring in a car accident.

He’d promised to buy me a new one, so I waited and waited.

But it was only to see that ring show up on her finger after three years.

How was I supposed to swallow that?

“You already know I’m not one to let things go. So do yourself a favor and sign the divorce papers. That way, we can walk away clean. Otherwise…” I trailed off as I looked between the two of them. “I’ll make sure you both pay for everything you’ve put me through tenfold.”

Ellery raised her head, putting on the wounded act again.

“I really was just trying to help,” she said, voice trembling. “But I guess Denisse misunderstood me. I’ll just leave. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

Then she ran out like the victim, and Wren glared at me before following her.

But before he could get to do so, I shouted, “Sign the papers, and return my necklace. If not, I’ll go to the press.”

Then I held up my phone, which I had been using to record everything since I had worked in the company.