My Cheating Husband Split the Bill,So I Took Back His Empire

Five years of splitting every expense down the middle with my husband, and there it was on his company's financial report: one box of condoms, categorized under "business trip supplies," with no corresponding charge ever forwarded to me.

The date was last December. He'd gone overseas to close a deal, and the only person he'd brought along was his secretary.

I took a photo of the report and sent it to him.

His response came back ice-cold.

"I gave you a position as a sales manager at the company. Who told you you could go snooping through the financial statements?"

"Spend your time developing clients instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Pull this again, and you can go back to being a housewife."

No explanation. Just a voice dripping with threat.

The line went dead.

I turned around and dialed my subordinate.

"Collect every piece of evidence of Damian Henson's affair. And draft a document stripping him of his position as president of the subsidiary."

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Within minutes, a video arrived.

The footage showed Damian walking into a hotel with his secretary, Eleanor Fox. Same hotel. Same room.

I instructed my team to keep digging.

The moment I hung up, I spotted Eleanor's latest social media post.

In the photo, the two of them were pressed together in a slow, grinding dance, barely dressed, a cruise ship and bright blue sky stretching out behind them. If you looked closely enough, you could see that Damian was visibly aroused. Eleanor, meanwhile, wore a soft, coy smile without a hint of embarrassment. If anything, there was a teasing little pout mixed in.

The kind of closeness that spoke for itself.

Her caption read: "Grateful for my boss who treats me like a little sister, every single day."

I screenshotted it, saved it, and went back to the financial report.

Beyond the condoms, I found that Damian had also purchased several luxury items, all marked as "client gifts."

Before today, if I'd interrupted him during a business meeting and he'd snapped at me, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.

But now I had sent him a photo that practically screamed suspicion, and he hadn't offered a single word of explanation.

Was he really meeting with clients out there, or was he keeping his secretary entertained?

The answer was obvious.

That was when Damian called back.

"Hilda Pruitt, I was in a meeting with a client just now. What was that screenshot supposed to mean?"

"I think you know exactly what it means," I said evenly.

Silence. Then his voice came back sharp, edged with anger.

"Hilda! Don't tell me you actually think I'm cheating. Dozens of people go on business trips every month. What makes you so sure I'm the one who bought them?"

My tone didn't waver. "You seem to have forgotten. When you arranged my position at the company, you also gave me one specific task: compiling the monthly log of all employees on business travel."

"And last December, you were the only one who traveled. Oh, right. You and your secretary."

The line went quiet.

When he spoke again, his voice had softened a few degrees.

"Is... is that so? Then maybe I did buy them. Must've accidentally charged them to the company account."

"Well, since you've brought it to my attention, let's stick to our agreement. Go ahead and transfer me your half."

A cold laugh escaped me.

From the very beginning of our marriage, he'd insisted on a 50/50 split for everything. Appliances, groceries, down to a plastic bag. He loved telling people that his wife wasn't some decorative housewife who couldn't pull her own weight.

And yet for something as loaded as condoms, he hadn't asked me to split the cost.

That told me everything I needed to know.

Besides, ever since Damian came back from that trip, we hadn't been intimate. Not once.

He'd had his fun with someone else, and now he had the nerve to come to me for reimbursement.

What a joke.

"Whoever you used them with," I said coolly, "take it up with her."

I didn't wait for a response. My thumb was already on the button.

But just before the call cut out, I heard Eleanor's voice in the background.