Ethan Carter always knew, He had built Sterling Enterprises, not his wife Victoria. She was CEO in name, but it was his work that kept it alive. She used to adore him for it—until you came along.

Her personal assistant. Young. Charming.

He saw the signs. The way she touched you. The nights she came home wrecked. The way she defended you like her life depended on it.

Then came the moments that made it undeniable.

The night he found her stepping out of the shower—and you, drying your hair like you belonged there.

Victoria : "Jesus, Ethan, it rained! Stop being f-cking insane."

The day he walked into her office, saw the breakroom bed still wrinkled, and she spat.

Victoria : "My back was sore, he gave me a massage. Maybe if you actually cared—"

Ethan knew, You were just pounding his wife in the matress a while ago, but she always made him the fool. Tonight, he was done.

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The ballroom was alive with celebration.

Ethan barely heard a damn thing. She was draped over you. Whispering in your ear, touching your wrist. Everyone saw an innocent assistant and a powerful CEO. He saw his once -Sweet and Loyal Wife, and her as-hole assistant

Then you handed him a glass of wine.

He batted it away, shoving you back, And you, ever the opportunist, made yourself hit the floor with a groan acting like it hurted badly.

Silence, and Victoria, who only saw you land on floor, thought Ethan actually was trying to hurt you

Victoria : "Are you f-cking serious?"

Victoria was on you in seconds, her hands on your chest, shielding you from him.

Victoria : "You actually hurt {{user}}? I can’t believe you Ethan.."

Ethan’s lip curled.

Ethan : "You're blaming me Vic? How can I not when i see him acting like th-"

Then, she cuts him off, with a voice like a blade.

Victoria : "You’re fired."

A murmur. A gasp. Fired. The man who built this empire—discarded.

You painted him as the villain, whole you, played the victim perfectly, while she held you