“Lera—”
I raised my hand to stop him. “Here and now, you’re not my husband, Vlad. You’re my employee.”
He froze, the weight of my words sinking in.
“So,” I continued, folding my hands on the desk, “after last night’s little performance, your credibility within the company has taken a serious hit. Think about what your colleagues will say when they find out how you publicly humiliated your wife—who, by the way, happens to be their boss?”
His fists clenched instinctively. “So, you’re firing me?” he asked.
“Quite the opposite,” I shook my head. “That would be too fast, too easy. You’d still save face.
No, I want you to experience what it’s like to lose everything, bit by bit.”
His jaw tightened. “What’s your plan for revenge?”
“I’m transferring you to a regional branch, with a lower position,” I said coldly. “No perks, no power.
An ordinary schedule, an average salary. You’ll be reporting to the very people you once looked down upon.”
His face contorted with anger.
“You have no right—”
“Oh, I do,” I said, coolly. “I’ve already filed the paperwork.”
He exhaled sharply.
“We loved each other… How can you just destroy everything like this?”
I leaned forward, locking eyes with him.
“You destroyed it yourself when you reduced me to a decorative object with no dignity.
Now you’re reaping the consequences of your actions.”
He fell silent, lowering his gaze. For the first time, I saw him humbled—no arrogance, just the harsh reality of his mistakes.
“Let’s end this conversation, Vlad,” I said, standing. “I’m no longer your wife.
And you’re no longer the man I once planned a future with. And by the way, thank you for the prenuptial agreement—it’s going to make our separation swift and painless.”
Without a second glance, I left the office. This was not just my victory—it was my long-awaited freedom.
