I Drank Until I Had Stomach Bleeding, My Wife Called Me Weak, So I Quit My Job—and Her Company Collapsed

Title: I Drank Until I Had Stomach Bleeding, My Wife Called Me Weak, So I Quit My Job—and Her Company Collapsed ## While I bent over backward at a business dinner, chugging glass after glass of alcohol to secure a deal, my wife, Lila Vaughn, was busy cozying up to Ethan Blake, feeding him freshly baked desserts and laughing at his jokes. When I struggled to keep up with the client’s unreasonable demands, she watched coldly from the sidelines, her arm linked with Ethan’s, introducing him to influential people in the room. To keep the deal afloat, I forced down bottle after bottle, until I collapsed from stomach bleeding. But instead of showing concern, she clung to Ethan and sneered in front of everyone, “What a pathetic excuse for a man—can’t even handle a few drinks.” What she didn’t know was that the papers I’d handed her earlier, which she signed without even glancing at, weren’t business contracts. They were divorce papers. After the business dinner wrapped up, I stumbled out of the venue, clutching my stomach in pain. Lila hadn’t come out yet, so I called for a rideshare. “What the hell are you doing? Just leaving without waiting for me and Ethan?” I turned around to see Lila storming toward me, her arm still wrapped around Ethan’s. “Are you just going to stand there? Go get the car from the parking lot and pick us up!” she ordered, her tone sharp and commanding. I started to explain, “I’ve been drinking. You should wait—” Before I could finish, Ethan cut me off, smirking. “Hey now, Sam, you’re not upset with me, are you?” Lila shot me a glare. “You’re such a child. Grow up.” Too exhausted to argue, I stayed quiet as the driver I’d called pulled up in my car. Lila and Ethan didn’t hesitate to climb into the backseat, leaving me to sit in the front passenger seat. As the car started moving, my foot brushed against something under the seat. I reached down and froze. It was a used condom wrapper. Ethan noticed my reaction and chuckled suggestively. “Oops, forgot to clean up after the action earlier. My bad.” The driver muttered under his breath, “Kids these days, huh?” Lila didn’t seem the least bit bothered. “Sam, clean it up, will you?” she said offhandedly. I didn’t respond. My face was pale from the stomach pain, and I didn’t have the strength to deal with her. She seemed to forget—or maybe didn’t care—that just moments ago, she’d signed the papers ending our five-year marriage. When I didn’t move, Lila’s expression shifted. She looked at me, almost confused, as though surprised I hadn’t jumped to obey her as I always had. For five years, no matter how unreasonable her demands, I’d never said no. She stared at me for a moment before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Really? You’re throwing a tantrum over something so small? Be a man, Sam.” She leaned back and opened the storage compartment in the backseat. It was neatly packed with medicine—supplies I’d prepared for her over the years because her busy work schedule often left her neglecting her health. She grabbed a box of pills and tossed it toward me. “Here, take this. It’s Ethan’s medication, but I guess it’ll do for you. Stop acting like you’re dying.” I realized she hadn’t ignored my discomfort earlier—she’d seen it. She just thought I was exaggerating to get her attention. I shook my head and refused the pills. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Suit yourself. Stop the car!” The driver pulled over. Lila leaned into Ethan with a satisfied smirk, her eyes glancing sideways at me. “Ethan didn’t get enough to eat earlier. You can find your own way home.” “Oh, Lila, you’re the best,” Ethan said, grinning as he shot me a smug look. Lila patted his head affectionately and added, “At least you’re fun to be around, unlike some people.” I didn’t waste my breath arguing. In the past, I would’ve insisted on staying with her, worried that no one else would take care of her the way I did. But this time, I simply nodded. “Alright. Take care.” Then I stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me. Lila sat upright, startled, as if she hadn’t expected my reaction. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door closed before she could speak. I stood by the curb and booked a nearby hotel on my phone. If they wanted to be together, there was no point in me going home tonight.

The next morning, I went to HR and submitted my resignation. “You’re resigning? Did you clear it with your manager?” the HR rep asked. I nodded. When Lila had hired me into her company, she’d casually given me a position with no clear responsibilities. For years, I’d essentially been her personal assistant, handling everything from major deals to minor errands. Technically, I wasn’t even part of a formal department. After completing the paperwork, I returned to my office—only to find Lila sitting in my chair. Her tone was sharp. “Is this how you approach work? Showing up late?” I glanced at the clock. I was three minutes late. “Sorry,” I said simply. “Don’t let it happen again. Just because you’re in a special position doesn’t mean you get special treatment,” she snapped. I chuckled bitterly. Special position? In five years of marriage, no one at the company even knew we were married. Lila had insisted on keeping our relationship a secret, claiming it would protect me from being mocked as a “kept man.” “Understood, Ms. Vaughn. Do you have any instructions for me?” I asked, keeping my tone professional. Her face darkened. “You’re so boring.” I stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. She studied me with a mix of frustration and confusion. “Are you even a man?” I frowned, unsure of what she meant. Her voice grew more agitated. “I spent all night with another man, and you don’t even care? Don’t you have anything to say?” Her tone was petulant, almost as if she wanted me to argue with her. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. I wanted to ask her what she meant—if there was something more behind her words. But before I could speak, Ethan’s voice came from the doorway. “Lila, you were too rough last night. These marks on my neck are going to be a problem for today’s photoshoot,” he said with a playful whine. He walked in with the casual familiarity of someone who belonged there, his tone dripping with intimacy. Whatever I had been hoping for vanished. I forced a smile and laughed at myself. How pathetic. Even now, I’m still looking for something that isn’t there. For Lila, I had never been anything more than an inconvenience—someone who took away the life she thought she deserved. Six years ago, my parents died in a car accident, leaving me and my ailing grandfather alone. Desperate to see me settled before his passing, my grandfather pressured Lila’s family into arranging our marriage, using an old debt they owed him as leverage. Lila agreed, but not without conditions. She handed me a contract: “Five years. This marriage ends after five years.” I’d thought that five years would be enough time to win her heart. But one night, after she came home drunk, she broke down in my arms, sobbing. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be married to him by now,” she cried. That was the moment I finally understood. She hated me—not because of who I was, but because I was the reason she couldn’t be with the man she truly loved. I should’ve let go then. Now, it was time to move on. She had found her happiness. It was time for me to find mine.

“You bit too hard.” Ethan Blake’s voice snapped me back to reality. He stood just inches away, his tone anything but friendly as he adjusted the open collar of his shirt, revealing faint bruises and red marks scattered across his skin. The deep purples and blues made it clear that whoever left those marks hadn’t held back. I forced myself to look away, ignoring the bitter sting in my chest. Lila Vaughn glanced at me briefly, then strode over to Ethan. Her fingers lightly brushed the marks on his skin. “Does it hurt?” she asked softly. Ethan chuckled. “Maybe be gentler next time?” She shot him a teasing look, and I quietly turned to leave. “Stop,” Lila called out, halting me in my tracks. “Cover up those marks for him.” “Sure,” I said, reaching for my phone to call in a makeup artist. But Ethan raised a hand to stop me. “No, that won’t work. I don’t trust anyone else. If word gets out, it could damage my reputation.” Lila smirked, pointing to me. “Then you do it. And don’t leave a trace.” … “Alright.” I got to work, carefully concealing the marks. By the time I finished, the photoshoot was about to begin. Since I wasn’t needed to supervise the shoot, I pulled out my phone and texted my longtime friend, Jack Harper. I let him know I was finally quitting and asked him to help me make some connections. Once I got his reply, I set my phone down and looked up just in time to notice a piece of overhead equipment swaying dangerously above Ethan’s head. “Watch out!” I shouted as I dashed forward, shoving him out of the way just as the rig came crashing down. A chorus of gasps erupted around me. Warm blood trickled down my arm, blurring my vision. The chaos around me felt distant and muted. A sharp, searing pain in my arm jolted me back to reality. I glanced down to see my right hand limp at my side, blood gushing from an open wound. I tried to move it, but nothing happened. I turned to check on Ethan. He was sitting on the ground, frozen in shock, his face pale with fear. But aside from a few minor scrapes, he seemed fine. The scene was quickly brought under control, and Lila arrived moments later. The first thing she did was call for her private doctor, her voice frantic. “Quickly, Ethan can’t afford to be hurt!” Her eyes were glued to him as she rushed past me without so much as a glance, completely focused on him. Ethan started complaining about how shaken he was, and Lila seemed genuinely terrified for him. “Are you hurt anywhere? That equipment could’ve killed you!” The air around us grew heavy with silence. A few people cast sympathetic looks in my direction but said nothing. The private doctor finally noticed me and gasped sharply. “This is bad. Why didn’t you say something earlier? You’re bleeding heavily!” Lila finally turned her head, her gaze following the doctor’s to the wound on my arm. Her eyes widened, and for a brief moment, her voice wavered. “Are you mute or something? Why didn’t you say you were hurt?” Her fingers trembled slightly as she subconsciously clenched her fists. She stepped closer, staring at the blood-soaked wound like she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Then, as if snapping out of a daze, she grabbed my hand, ignoring the blood smeared across it. “Sam Carter, where’s your ring?” I glanced down at my left hand. The ring finger was bare, save for the faint indentation of where a wedding band used to sit. I couldn’t understand her anger. It was just a ring—a ring she had never cared for, never worn herself. Why did it matter so much to her now? Gently, I pulled my hand away. “Can you help me get this wound treated?” I asked the doctor. “Sam Carter!” Lila’s voice rose sharply as she frowned at me, her tone filled with frustration. I sighed quietly, ready to explain that I’d lost the ring a few days ago while washing my hands and it had slipped down the drain. Before I could speak, though, Ethan’s voice cut in. “Lila, I don’t feel so good…” She immediately pushed past me, rushing to his side with a look of concern. “What’s wrong? I’ll take you to the hospital.” The doctor quickly bandaged my wound, and I got into the car with them. The entire ride, Lila fussed over Ethan, cradling him protectively. He rested his head against her neck, smirking at me with a look of triumph. Then, as if it were an afterthought, he let out a dramatic sigh. “Ouch, it really hurts.” His tone was loaded with implication. “Honestly, Sam, you’re usually so careful. How could something like this happen on your watch?” Lila’s lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes flicked to the scrape on Ethan’s hand. The moment she saw it, her expression darkened. “Sam Carter, are you being petty?!” she snapped, her voice filled with fury. “If something had happened to Ethan today, I’d make sure you paid for it tenfold!” She glared at me, her tone colder than ever. “Apologize to Ethan. Right now. Or don’t bother coming back tomorrow.”

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