For His Assistant, He Left With Nothing

It was a completely ordinary day. After wed both washed up, my husband, Isla, suddenly asked me a question.
Beth, why dont you try growing your hair out?
Its always short. To be honest, Im getting a little tired of it.
My hand, holding the hairdryer, paused mid-air. In that single instant, I understood everything.
He had a point of comparison out there.
Someone new, someone with long hair, someone who made him feel a spark of novelty.
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I didn't have any proof. And I was pregnant.
So I didnt say anything. After a brief pause, I just went back to drying my hair.
Isla, lying on the bed, wouldn't let it go.
Im serious. You have a round face, and youve put on some weight. The short hair just doesnt look good on you.
Ill go with you to the salon to get extensions. We can get some of those trendy waves put in. It would look amazing.
He was smiling, completely oblivious to how each word he spoke made my face grow colder.
Wed been together since we were eighteen. I knew him too well.
He couldn't tell the difference between face shapes, let alone one type of curl from another.
The only possible explanation was that someone else out there knew the difference. And she had taught him.
I stayed silent for a moment, my left hand resting on my now-showing belly. I reminded him, Isla, Im pregnant. I cant get my hair permed.
Just last week, he had been with me at my check-up. The doctor had specifically told him to make sure I avoided any harsh chemicals. Especially salons. He was told to keep me away from them.
But Isla had forgotten.
Worse, after I reminded him, his brow furrowed in annoyance.
Youre such a buzzkill. No wonder they say women turn into shrews when they get pregnant.
Im a man. How am I supposed to know little details like pregnant women cant get their hair done? You always have to make a big deal out of nothing.
I unplugged the hairdryer, pulled back the covers, and got into bed.
Isla was right. I did love to make a big deal out of nothing.
For example, when we first got married, hed said one little thing about wanting to give me a better life, and I had pestered my father until he invested the time and money to establish Apex Innovations, the tech company where Isla was now CEO.
And tonight, because of a few little words like long hair and tired of it, I decided that after my check-up tomorrow, I would make some time to visit the office.
I wanted to see for myself what this person who had sparked Islas novelty looked like.
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The next day, I had our driver take me to the company.
On the way, I reviewed the information our house manager had sent over. The girls name was Mia.
The black Maybach pulled up in front of the office building.
I held my back and walked in slowly.
The first person to see me was the receptionist. She was a fresh graduate from last year. During her interview, she was so nervous and inexperienced she could barely speak, and I found her crying alone in the fire escape.
I had wiped her tears, taken her hand, and walked her into Islas office, asking him to give her a chance.
Ever since, every time I visited, she would greet me with a sweet, Hi, Mrs. Evans!
But today, when she saw me, her hands and feet started to tremble.
Mrs. Evans, youwhat are you doing here?
Mr. Evans is in a meeting. Should I should I give him a call?
No need. Im looking for Mia.
The moment I said the name Mia, the color drained from the young womans face.
Mia is shes busy right now. Maybe I should just call Mr. Evans.
She forced a smile and reached for the phone.
I knew instantly. She knew.
She knew about Isla and Mia betraying me.
A sharp, needle-like pain pricked at my heart. I gave her a cold look and reminded her, This company belongs to my family, not to him.
Isla came from a modest background; his parents were simple, working-class people. In a city this large, they were practically invisible.
It was because of me that my father funded his education abroad, polished his resume, and then helped him start this company, turning him into the widely respected Mr. Evans.
He had walked a smooth, easy path for so long that he had probably forgotten.
My father held a 68% controlling stake in this company.
As for Isla, he was nothing more than a well-paid executive manager that my family had hired.
My words seemed to stun the receptionist. Her fingers froze over the keypad.
I didnt spare her another glance and walked straight toward the main office area.
At the turn in the hallway, I ran into Kevin, the HR manager.
He was carrying a stack of files. The moment he saw me, his hands went slack, and the folders clattered to the floor.
Mrs. Evans? What are you doing at the office?
Does Mr. Evans know youre here?
I had personally hired Kevin. Last month, his mother was diagnosed with kidney failure, and he couldn't afford the medical bills.
I had quietly approached him and given him twenty thousand dollars.
And now, it seemed he had betrayed me too.
I let out a small, bitter laugh and walked around him.
Kevin scrambled to follow, trying to block my path while stammering excuses.
Mrs. Evans, Mr. Evans said that with the pregnancy, you shouldnt come to the office. Hes worried someone might bump into you.
Let me take you home. When Mr. Evans gets back, you can
I stopped and stared directly into his eyes. My voice was flat, devoid of warmth.
Kevin, are your mothers medical bills all paid up?
The mans expression froze. He looked away, unable to meet my gaze.
But but Mr. Evans said that tomorrow, the new subsidiary hes starting is signing a contract with Sterling Corp. If its successful, we can all move to his new company and get a huge bonus. We cant have a scandal right now.
Mrs. Evans, please, cant you just be understanding for our sake?
Understanding?
I laughed, a humorless sound.
I was supposed to tolerate my husband keeping a mistress in the office for the sake of these employees who took my familys money and then stabbed me in the back?
I remembered the chat logs I had secretly found last night.
A girl with a pink kitten avatar, saved as Mia, had messaged Isla.
Honey, did she take my suggestion?
Dont worry, I asked the stylist. That little bit of chemical wont hurt the baby. Itll just make her a little uncomfortable.
Im so jealous of Beth. She gets to have you all to herself with that same old look shes had forever.
If I were her, Id be changing up my style every month, just to make sure you never get bored.
The memory of last night washed over me, and a wave of nausea rose in my throat. The temperature in my voice dropped to absolute zero.
Move, I said coldly.
Kevin flinched but still hesitated. I didn't wait. I pushed open the door to the office.
Which one of you is Mia?
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The buzz of the office died instantly.
After a long moment, a girl in a yellow dress stood up.
She had long, light brown hair that fell in waves to her waist. She looked young and fashionable.
Youyoure looking for me?
The moment she saw me, her eyes darted around in a flicker of panic, like a startled deer.
But she quickly composed herself, forcing a self-righteous smile.
Maam, this is an office. Everyone is busy. Please dont disturb our work.
With that one sentence, she painted me as the troublemaker.
The other employees started to stare at me with suspicion.
If I were just an ordinary wife, perhaps her prim and proper words would have made me back down.
But luckily for me, I wasnt.
I was the real owner of this company.
I smiled, walked up to her, and fixed my gaze on her deceptively innocent face. I said, enunciating each word, Mia, is it? Youre fired.
The girls composure shattered. She looked up, her voice rising in protest.
On what grounds? Mr. Evans hired me personally!
Just yesterday, he praised my work ethic and said he was giving me the Employee of the Month award. You cant just
I can because I am his wife, and this company is my familys property. And you
I paused, my pregnant belly doing nothing to diminish my authority.
Do you really think Isla would divorce me for you?
The color drained from Mias face, inch by inch, until it was a translucent white.
I felt a profound sense of boredom. I ripped the employee ID from her chest, turned, and walked away.
The moment I got home, my phone rang. It was Isla.
Beth! Are you insane? Who gave you the right to come to my office and cause a scene?
Mia is a good employee! Why would you fire her? You need to apologize to her, right now!
On cue, I could hear Mias sobs in the background.
Mr. Evans, I really dont know what I did to offend Mrs. Evans After what she did, Im too embarrassed to even show my face at the office anymore, sob
Watching their pathetic performance, I was debating whether to just throw the divorce papers in his face.
But Isla beat me to it.
Beth, you have disappointed me more than I can say. I cannot have a shrew for a wife. Lets get a divorce.
The words died in my throat. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, at the tired face pregnancy had given me, and my eyes suddenly burned with a fierce, terrible redness.
It was sadness, but it was overshadowed by a bitter indignation.
I never imagined that after discovering his affair, he would be the one to ask for the divorce.
Fine, we can get a divorce, I said, wiping away a tear, trying to keep my voice steady. But you walk away with nothing.
Isla didnt hesitate for a second.
Done. No problem.
After he said it, he couldn't wait. He rushed home and handed me the divorce agreement.
After signing, I held my back and went to my room, unable to look at his disgusting face for another second.
As I walked away, he looked at my heavy, cumbersome back and suddenly spoke.
You know, Beth, sometimes I almost feel sorry for you.
I froze, not understanding what he meant.
He must have thought he had my attention, because his voice grew more excited.
You dont know, do you? Ive already secured the deal with Sterling Corp. Mr. Sterling is very impressed with me. Once this project is signed, the company Im starting on my own will see its assets multiply thirtyfold in less than six months. So what if you make me leave with nothing now? The moment that contract is signed, Ill be the youngest tech billionaire in the city.
At the signing ceremony tomorrow, Mia will be there by my side as the new woman of the company. Try not to get too jealous.
It all clicked into place.
No wonder he had agreed to the divorce so easily. He thought he was finally independent, about to ascend to a new social stratum.
It seemed I had forgotten to tell him one small detail.
The owner of Sterling Corp, Mr. Sterling, was my fathers best friend. He was investing as a favor to me.
At the signing ceremony tomorrow, when my "Uncle Sterling" saw that the niece he had doted on since she was a child had been replaced
I wasnt sure Isla would be able to handle the shock.

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