My wife forced me to divorce for an intern, and the other party ran away with money! This wave of manipulation was so awesome!

My five-year marriage, in that single moment, became a bitter mockery.

“For tomorrow’s monthly report meeting, I want Caleb to present your brand proposal.” My wife, Sarah, said without even looking up.

I put down the files I was sorting, thinking I’d misheard.

“What did you say?”

“Caleb just joined the company. He needs a chance to prove himself, and your proposal is perfect.”

She finally looked up, her eyes showing no room for negotiation.

“That’s my submission for the competition.”