## Ever since my wife took over as CEO of the company, she’s been parading around like a boss babe straight out of a Netflix drama. I went along with everything she wanted. She said every boss lady needs a supportive husband, so I quit my job to be a stay-at-home partner. I agreed. She said every CEO needs a right-hand assistant, so she hired her male best friend as her personal secretary. I didn’t object. But then, she decided to take her “boss lady” persona to the next level, playing out those ridiculous tropes from TV dramas—flirting with her male secretary like it was some kind of game. At her birthday party, she even kissed him passionately in front of all her friends. And if that wasn’t humiliating enough, she capped the night with a “loyalty test,” making me catch her cigarette ashes with my bare hands. When I refused to let her sell off company assets for her boy toy’s approval, she called me a leech—living off her success. What she forgot, though, is that the company she’s so proud of? It’s mine. And being CEO? I can do that too.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” At the birthday party I planned for her, my wife, Elena, drew the card for “Truth or Dare.” Her friends immediately started chanting, demanding she French kiss her male secretary. I, her actual husband, was obviously not okay with this. “Alright, that’s enough. Stop messing around,” I said firmly, trying to keep my tone calm. Her secretary, Liam, wore his usual innocent, harmless expression, but his words were sharp enough to cut. “Aw, come on, Ben. Don’t be such a buzzkill. It’s just a game!” “If you’re such a good sport, why don’t you kiss someone else instead? Maybe her!” I snapped, pointing at a muscular girl with acne who’d been sitting quietly in the corner. The air grew tense. The awkward silence was palpable. Sensing the shift, Liam leaned in and whispered to Elena, “Elena, maybe we should drop it. I don’t want to come between you two.” The moment he said that, my stomach dropped. Ever since she became CEO, Elena couldn’t stand being told she was too soft or easily influenced. Sure enough, in the next moment, she grabbed Liam by the collar and pulled him into a full-on French kiss. For five excruciating minutes. “Woo-hoo!” Her friends cheered, circling them with their phones out, snapping pictures and posting videos to social media. “Look at them! A power couple—beauty and brains!” They didn’t even give me a chance to step in. When Elena and Liam finally pulled apart, their faces were flushed, their lips red and swollen. A string of saliva glistened between them. I shouldered my way through the crowd, grabbed Elena’s arm, and yanked her away. “I told you not to do it! Do you even care about what this looks like for me? What am I to you?” My voice cracked, and I could feel my hands trembling. “Oh, come on, babe. It’s just a silly party game. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?” Elena said dismissively, her tone dripping with condescension. “I’m the CEO. If I listen to my ‘little husband’ all the time, where’s my authority?” She patted my cheek, trying to placate me like I was some sulking child. Then, she went right back to Liam, her face lighting up as they huddled together to play another round of games. I wanted to scream. But in front of all her friends, I swallowed my pride and stayed silent. Someone called out, “Elena, we’ve all heard how good you are at keeping your husband in line. Show us a demonstration!” “Yeah, let’s see the famous ‘CEO husband-management skills!’” I desperately tried to signal to her with my eyes, begging her to stop, but she was way too drunk to notice—or care. “Not to brag,” Elena slurred, “but my Ben always does exactly what I say. If I tell him to go east, he wouldn’t dare go west.” She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ben, kneel down and be Liam’s ashtray!” The room erupted in laughter. “Elena,” I whispered, mortified. “Please, don’t do this.” “Come on, babe. You’re not going to embarrass me in front of everyone, are you?” Her pleading eyes were my undoing. I could never say no to her, no matter how cruel she was. So, I knelt. Liam flicked his ashes into my hands, and everyone howled with delight. But Elena wasn’t done. She swirled wine in her mouth, then leaned down and spit it directly into mine. “Drink it, babe,” she commanded. The crowd roared with laughter, some filming, others clapping drunkenly. I swallowed my humiliation along with the wine. After the party, an old friend pulled me aside. “Ben, what happened to you? You used to have some self-respect. Why do you let her treat you like this?” I smiled bitterly. “Because she promised me she only loves me. Everything else is just an act.” I guess, as the husband of a CEO, I need to learn how to be… generous.
The birthday party had finally ended, and Elena was completely wasted, barely able to sit upright. I drove her home, but the entire ride was filled with her slurring Liam’s name, calling him her “sweet little baby.” Watching her flushed, drunken face in the rearview mirror, I couldn’t help but think back to how things used to be. Once upon a time, it was Elena who had chased after me. I’d never believed in love. How could I? My parents were the perfect cautionary tale. They’d claimed to “love each other to death,” but when either of them found their so-called true love, they divorced faster than anyone could blink. I, their so-called “love child,” became nothing more than a mistake they were desperate to leave behind. After dumping me with the housekeeper, they fled overseas, as if I were some kind of burden holding them back. Ironically, they ended up on the same flight, which tragically crashed en route. They were consumed by fire together, finally achieving their “till death do us part” fantasy. And me? The unwanted stain of their love story? I inherited their billion-dollar fortune. Suddenly, I became the target of every gold digger imaginable. Women swarmed me, hoping to climb their way up to my level. When Elena confessed her feelings to me back then, I didn’t even spare her a glance. She must’ve been out of her mind because, despite my complete indifference, she wouldn’t give up on me. While I wasted my days smoking, drinking, skipping class, and partying, she was always chasing after me, saying she’d save me. When I pretended to be broke, she worked multiple part-time jobs to buy me clothes and cook me meals. When I lied about being sick, she wouldn’t even let me touch cold water, scrubbing my shoes and washing my clothes by hand in the freezing winter. For four years of college, she stood outside my dorm every morning with breakfast, insisting it was for my “sensitive stomach.” After graduation, she saved three months’ worth of wages to buy flowers and a diamond ring, then got down on one knee to propose to me. Little by little, the ice inside me melted. I started to believe in happiness. For the first time, I felt like I could have a family of my own. I thought Elena was my reward from the universe—a gift to heal the scars of my childhood. I told myself that as long as I loved her with all my heart, we’d build a beautiful life together. But reality has a cruel way of pulling the rug out from under you. The moment I transferred the smallest of my companies into her name, she changed. I don’t know when it started, but the diamond necklace I’d given her was replaced by a cheap red heart-shaped pendant. I didn’t think much of it until one day, I noticed Liam wearing the exact same pendant. When I confronted her, she laughed it off, calling me jealous and childish. “Why are you making such a big deal out of nothing?” she’d said. A soft groan pulled me back to the present. Elena had woken up, rubbing her temples and whining about her headache. I shook off my thoughts and immediately got up to make her some hangover soup. I even blew on it to cool it down before handing it to her, worried it might burn her. Instead of gratitude, she spat it right in my face. “Ugh! Are you trying to poison me with this bitter crap?” “Babe, it’s supposed to be bitter—it’s a family recipe. Just one sip, and you’ll feel better in the morning, I promise.” I tried coaxing her, but she pushed the bowl away, sending it flying. The soup splattered all over me, soaking my chest. “Ugh, you’re so useless! Can’t even make a decent bowl of soup. Liam would never do something so pathetic!” Her words cut deep, but I didn’t argue. Fighting with a drunk person never ends well. I cleaned up the mess and watched as she walked out of the bathroom, her cheeks flushed and her skin glowing from the steam. For a moment, I forgot everything—her insults, her indifference, even Liam. All I could think about was how much I wanted us to start a family. I walked over and reached for her, but she shoved me so hard I stumbled back. “Get lost, Ben. Go sleep on the couch.” Defeated, I grabbed a blanket and headed for the living room. Just as I was about to leave, her phone slipped out from under the covers and hit the floor with a soft thud. I bent down to pick it up, and that’s when I saw it. The screen was still lit, open to a text from Liam: “Baby, promise me you’ll stay pure for me, okay?” Before I could say a word, Elena snatched the phone out of my hand, her face pale and panicked. She shoved me out of the bedroom, slamming the door in my face. I stood there in the dark, gripping the blanket tightly, my mind racing.
When I went to confront Elena, I found the bedroom door had been locked from the inside. Frustrated, I banged on the door repeatedly, but all I got in return was her yelling, “It’s the middle of the night! Go to bed already, will you?” No matter how long I stood there, she refused to open the door. I gave up eventually, dragging myself to the couch. Wrapping the blanket over my head, I stared at the ceiling, wondering how my life had ended up like this. Ever since Liam joined the company, Elena had been looking down on me more and more. She mocked me for being weak, for being slow, for not being as handsome as Liam. I tossed and turned for hours before I finally passed out. Before the sun even rose, I was jolted awake by Elena’s piercing scream. “Liam’s been kidnapped! Get up! We need to rescue him!” I sat up on the couch, still groggy, my brain struggling to keep up. Seeing me sitting there like an idiot, Elena grabbed a glass of water and threw it in my face. “Useless! Why did I even marry you?” she snapped before storming off to grab her phone. “Hey, Jane,” she barked at her accountant. “I need you to pull together the company’s finances—how much cash do we have on hand? Wire me $2 million immediately.” I crossed my arms and didn’t bother reminding her that the company definitely didn’t have $2 million. Ever since Elena took over, she’d been playing the role of a “boss lady” straight out of a TV drama. She’d driven out most of the company’s top talent, calling them ugly, outdated, or just plain incompetent. She’d rejected deals because they were “too risky,” “too small,” or “too far away.” One by one, the company’s major projects fell apart, and its reputation in the industry was in shambles. Sure enough, it didn’t take long before Jane called back to report the company’s dire financial situation. Elena flew into a rage. “Where the hell has all the money gone? What am I even paying you people for?!” After chewing out Jane, she immediately started selling off luxury cars, designer watches, even her own stocks. Something about all this didn’t sit right with me. Liam’s family wasn’t poor—if he really had been kidnapped, why weren’t they calling his father instead of Elena? I quietly sent a message to my butler, asking him to investigate. At first, Elena seemed guilty about selling off pieces of my collection, promising to buy me something even better later. But the moment I suggested she think twice before selling the stocks, her expression darkened. “You just want Liam to die, don’t you? What did he ever do to you? Why do you hate him so much?” Her voice was shrill, almost hysterical. She refused to listen to reason. Fine, I thought. Let her do whatever she wants. After all, this company was just a minor piece of my portfolio. While she scrambled to gather the money, I secretly had my people buy back the stocks at half their value. I couldn’t let Elena go alone with that much cash, so despite her glares and protests, I followed her. As soon as I started my car, my phone buzzed. It was the butler, calling to report his findings.
“Liam wasn’t kidnapped,” he said bluntly. “He’s setting her up to scam her out of her money. It’s all a ploy.” I felt a wave of cold anger wash over me. I tried calling Elena, but she wasn’t picking up. I sent a message instead, then floored the gas pedal to catch up to her. When I arrived at the casino, Elena was about to hand over the money. “Wait!” I shouted, running toward her. “Elena, he’s lying to you! Liam was never kidnapped!” I yelled, trying to stop her. The fake kidnappers froze, unsure of what to do. I quickly added, “I’ve already called the police. If you idiots try anything, none of you are getting out of here.” Liam’s expression shifted, but only for a moment. Then, with a smirk, he signaled the “kidnappers” to untie him. “Well, looks like the jig is up,” he said casually, brushing off his clothes like nothing had happened. Turning to Elena, he grinned. “Elena, I wasn’t really kidnapped. Last night, during a game of Truth or Dare, my dare was to stage this whole thing and see if you’d be willing to raise $2 million to save me.” He spread his arms wide, gesturing around the room as the “kidnappers” pulled down the curtains to reveal balloons, flowers, and a giant banner. “Elena, you’ve proven how much you care about me. Now it’s my turn.” Liam dropped to one knee, pulling out a diamond ring the size of a golf ball. “Elena, will you marry me? I promise to love you forever.”
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