Chapter 2: The Silent Execution
I didn't sleep that night. Instead, I sat in my home office—the one Alejandro never entered because he deemed it "too boring"—and initiated the cleanup.
By 3:00 AM, my CFO, Marcus, was on a secure video call. He was a man of few words and high efficiency.
"The audit is complete, Elena," he said, his face illuminated by the glow of his monitor. "The corporate cards Alejandro has been using for 'client entertainment' in Scottsdale? They’re all flagged. The travel expenses for Teresa? Disallowed. And the executive access tokens..." He hesitated. "Are you sure about this? This is his career."
"He hasn't had a career, Marcus," I said, cold as ice. "He’s had a luxury retirement plan funded by my company. He hasn't closed a lead in eighteen months. He hasn't managed a team since the restructuring. I’ve been doing his work while he took the credit. It ends today."
"I have the HR termination package ready," Marcus said. "What about the house?"
"It’s in my name, and the trust," I replied. "Change the security codes. Contact the locksmith. I want the house reclaimed by noon. And notify the security firm. If he or his mother try to enter, they are to be treated as trespassers."
I spent the rest of the night reviewing the legal structure of Apex Solutions. I had been so careful to keep my personal and professional life intertwined to support Alejandro’s fragile ego, but I had also been careful to keep the absolute control. Every contract, every patent, every deed was ironclad.
As the sun began to rise, painting the sky in shades of gold, I felt a strange sense of peace. The "hysterical" woman was gone. In her place was the CEO, and she had a company to run.
At 9:00 AM, Alejandro walked into the kitchen, looking hungover and smug, expecting breakfast. He stopped when he saw me sitting there with a cup of coffee and a thick envelope.
"Where's the maid?" he asked, glancing around. "And why is the coffee maker off?"
"The staff is gone, Alejandro," I said, not looking up from my tablet. "And you should check your email."
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He frowned, tapping his phone. A second later, the color drained from his face. "My portal... it's locked. What did you do?"
"I did my job," I said, finally meeting his eyes. "And now, you’re finally free to do yours. Though, looking at your credentials, I’m not sure anyone will hire you. You see, the person who actually did the work was me. Everyone in the industry knows it, Alejandro. They just were too polite to say it to your face while you were my husband."
