The Secretary Stole My Husband, So I Took Back My Empire

"Who do you think you are? You dare block my way?"

Chloe stared at me in disbelief, then let out a shriek like a pig being slaughtered:

"Who am I?! Do you even know who I am? You dare hit me! I'm Chief Secretary Swanson's best friend! You hit me! You think once she finds out, she'll just let you walk away from this?!"

She cackled wildly:

"You're just some washed-up old woman terrified Belinda's going to take your place as the lady of the house, so you came running over here! Let me tell you something! If Belinda wasn't so kindhearted, if she hadn't stopped Mr. Henson from kicking you out ages ago, you'd have been sent packing long before now!"

"You hit me! Just wait till she gets back! She'll have Mr. Henson divorce you on the spot! You'll walk out of that house with nothing!"

I smiled at that, then lightly patted her cheek with my hand.

"Then you'd better call them right now. Tell them to drag themselves over here."

"I came here today to divorce Fergus Henson. Only the one walking away with nothing won't be me. It'll be him."

I knew the second I stepped into the building, someone had tipped Fergus off.

I'd barely finished speaking when I heard footsteps.

Fergus came rushing back with Belinda in tow.

The moment he saw me, his face went rigid for a beat. He grabbed my hand and tried to drag me toward the exit.

"Not here. We'll talk about this at home."

I flung his hand off.

"Right here. Right now."

Belinda pulled the red-cheeked Chloe into her arms and suddenly burst into tears:

"Ms. Fox! I know you're angry because I restricted your spending, and that's why you came storming into the office like this! But you really were spending too much! The company barely clears tens of millions a year! You spent over ten million on a single necklace!"

"And you keep transferring money out of Mr. Henson's account to buy things! Fine, this time it was just a cup of milk tea! But what about next time?! If nobody stops you now, next thing you know you'll be draining tens of millions straight from the company accounts! Then what happens to all of us?!"

"I know you're angry at me. You can hit me, you can yell at me, I deserve it! But you shouldn't take it out on other employees! And you definitely shouldn't take it out on my sick mother! How could you have someone throw my mother out of the hospital? Do you know she nearly died?" The moment those words left her mouth, whatever sympathy the staff had for me curdled into contempt.

"God, she's that awful?"

Fergus's expression darkened:

"Mamie! Are you done making a scene?! Belinda restricted your spending for the sake of the company! If you have a problem, take it up with me! Why do you have to go after her?!"

"If you keep this up, I really can't stay in this marriage anymore."

I scoffed and flung the Instagram screenshots across the floor.

"Is it the company that's making this marriage unbearable for you, or is it because you want your precious secretary to take my place?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Fergus roared, all bluster and no conviction:

"Don't you dare spread lies about her!"

I pulled a prenatal report from my bag and hurled it in his face.

"Belinda Swanson is pregnant. With your child. Still going to call me a liar?!"

"And you actually wrote her a guarantee promising that once she has this baby, you'd give the child five percent of the company's shares?!"

Fergus held the prenatal report. Not a flicker of guilt or embarrassment on his face.

He looked at me and let out a weary sigh:

"Since you already know, I won't hide it anymore."

"Belinda is carrying my child, yes. But I'm not going to divorce you. Once her baby is born, I'll bring the child home. You can raise it together with ours."

"If it bothers you, I'll set her and the kid up somewhere out of the way. You'll never have to see them."

"The shares are just so they have something to live on. The company still goes to our child—relax."

I was so furious I laughed.

"Fergus Henson, since when do you have any right to touch the company's shares?!"

"I don't agree to any of this!"

His expression darkened.

"Then we divorce. But don't forget—we never signed a prenup. Take it to court if you want. The company, every asset, half of it's mine."

"You've been a housewife for years. You probably don't even realize the company's already mine. That sad little stake you're holding? It doesn't change a thing. Forget handing out shares—the whole company's going to Bella's baby."

I smiled.

"You seem to have forgotten something. We didn't just get married. You married into the Fox family. Nothing of mine has anything to do with you."

"I let you work for me for five years, and somewhere along the way you forgot who actually owns this company."

I snapped cold:

"Fergus Henson! We're getting a divorce! You leave this marriage with nothing!"

"Effective immediately—as the controlling owner of Sterling Group, I'm informing you both:

"You're fired! Security! Get these two out of my building. Now!"