When My Identity Gets Exposed, My Ex-husband Regrets!

I sneered, “That wasn’t the agreement, Mr. Preston. Once we’re divorced, I’m no longer part of the Preston family, nor am I your employee.

“Enjoy the show, Victor.”

With that, I hung up and promptly blocked his number.

*

Once I had recovered, I made my way to the Grant Group office. Gavin had prepared a new office for me and even assigned me a new assistant, Jenny Starks, who had been my assistant at Preston.

Surprised, I turned to Gavin. “How did you manage to get Jenny here?”

Gavin grinned while explaining, “Surprised? She was my spy at Preston all along. I deliberately placed her as your assistant. Now, she’s the only one you can trust completely. Besides, you two make a great team, don’t you?”

I sighed, shaking my head at my brother’s cunningness. “Thank you for thinking ahead, Gavin.”

After settling in, I decided to visit Grant City Mall. I had always gone there representing Preston for three years, but that day, I was returning as its owner.

As we made our way through the mall, Jenny suddenly whispered behind me, “Miss Grant, have you met Mr. Preston’s new wife?”

“New wife? So, they’re married already?” I asked, more out of curiosity than hurt.

“Yes, everyone knows she’s pregnant too,” Jenny replied.

I nodded, feeling indifferent to the news. After all, Victor’s life was no longer any of my concern.

But as we continued walking, someone bumped into my shoulder, quite deliberately. To my surprise, she stumbled so bad to the floor.

“Ouch… Why did you bump into me?” the woman said, her voice dripping with shamelessness.

When I saw her face, I was taken aback. It was Margareth Alexander, a colleague and a close friend from my internship days at Preston. I bent down, intending to offer her a hand, but Jenny’s whisper stopped me.

“She’s Mr. Preston’s new wife,” she murmured.

“What?”

Margareth smirked, then dramatically pretended to struggle to stand, playing the part of a weak woman bullied by me. She had even brought someone along to record the whole scene.

“You must be angry because I stole your husband,” she said, tears brimming in her eyes as she tried to hug me.

I gently pushed her away, but she fell backward again and began to cry.

All around us, people stared at me as if I were a cruel villain.

‘What a cunning vixen,’ I muttered in my heart. But then, I sighed and said to Jenny, "Give her some compensation. I don't have time for her theatrics."

As I turned to leave, Margareth suddenly grabbed my injured leg, the one still healing from the bridge collapsed accident I was in a week ago.

Pain shot through me, but I stood my ground, waiting to see what act she would put on next.

"I'm sorry, Earlene. I didn't mean to deceive you. But if it weren't for you, I would have married Victor long ago. We've liked each other for the past ten years," she cried, tears streaming down her face.

It was astonishing. That woman had just thrown herself to the ground without a second thought, showing no concern for her so-called pregnancy. Then, she was playing the victim card, making me out to be the villain in this whole charade.

Before I could respond, a familiar voice crackled through a phone.

"What are you doing, Earlene?" Victor's voice rang out.

It turned out that Margareth's accomplices who had been recording, had switched it to a video call.

"First, you sabotage my family's business, and now you're pushing Margareth? Are you trying to make her miscarry?"

Questions flew from the phone, but I just smiled and gave Margareth a small, deliberate kick, forcing her to release her grip on my leg.

"Well, if I'm already being accused, I might as well live up to it," I said coolly.

I could hear Victor's outrage on the other end, but I ignored it and walked away, leaving Margareth behind. The crowd that had gathered began to disperse, some no doubt recording the scene on their phones. Still, I was confident that Jenny would handle the situation.

Sure enough, not a single video of me and Margareth surfaced on social media.

"She did a good job, didn't she?" Gavin remarked, interrupting my thoughts as I stared at my computer screen.

"When did you come in?" I asked, a bit startled. Then, I continued, "And without knocking, too."

"Don't forget, this is my company. I don't need permission to enter any room," he teased.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, fine. Take a seat, Mr. President. What brings you here?"

"Nothing much. Just wanted to say you're doing great work. I still can't believe you were betrayed by a colleague, though," he said, chuckling.

I shook my head, still unable to wrap my mind around the fact that Victor's first love had been right under my nose all this time.