My Fiancée's Lover Humiliated Me, So I Crushed Their Empire

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Right after we signed the ten-billion-dollar deal with the Gilbert Group, I picked up my chopsticks to help myself to some food.

But every single time I reached for a dish, my wife's smug assistant deliberately spun the lazy Susan out of my reach.

I shot him a displeased look. He just snickered, then plucked up a chicken's rear and dropped it onto my plate.

"You're nothing but a useless freeloader."

"All day you hide in your office, soaking up the AC and sipping coffee, while we do every bit of the real work."

"And a deadbeat like you wants to eat well? Have the chicken's rear. I had the kitchen save it just for you."

"Once you've finished, go clean out your office. Ms. Harding says you're to give up that seat for someone who actually earns it."

I turned to look at Amanda Harding. Her eyes said only one thing: she agreed.

I smiled, then casually fed the chicken's rear right back into Tom Delgado's mouth.

And in the same breath I pulled out my phone and made a call. "Bring the contract back. I'm canceling the partnership with the Hardings."

I was the one who helped Amanda build her company from a tiny startup into the sprawling empire it was now.

I worried that without me beside her, rivals would prey on her, so even though the Hardings weren't yet worthy of partnering with the Gilbert Group, I agreed to the deal for her protection.

But she had no idea I was the man who controlled the Gilbert Group. I'd planned to tell her on the night of her birthday.

Who would have guessed that the moment the contract was signed, when I reached for some food, her little assistant would deliberately spin the table.

I assumed he simply hadn't noticed I was reaching, so I let it go.

But on the second try, then the third, he kept yanking the lazy Susan around with the same force.

I lifted my eyes to him, displeased, and realized he was doing it on purpose.

"What's this supposed to mean?"

I set my chopsticks down. The silence in the room crackled, thick with the promise of a storm.

"Are you an idiot? You can't even tell?"

He shook his head and laughed, then reached out to stop the lazy Susan, meeting my gaze head-on.

"Hungry, are you?" "What's wrong with you people? You still haven't brought any dishes over for our dear Mr. Gilbert here."

The clueless waiter rushed to clarify. "Sir, all the dishes have already been served."

"Oh! Look at my memory."

He picked up his chopsticks, reached toward the plate of poached chicken, and lifted out a chicken's rear.

He was smiling, but every word dripped with provocation and arrogance.

"Jude Gilbert, you're nothing but a useless freeloader."

"And you think a deadbeat like you deserves to eat well?"

"Here. Eat up! Nice and fat, this one. I had the kitchen save it just for you."

"Oh, right."

"Once you've finished, hurry back and clean out your office. Ms. Harding says you're to give up that seat for someone who actually earns it."

I looked at the chicken's rear sitting in my bowl. I didn't pick up my chopsticks, and I didn't lose my temper.

The AC in the private room wasn't turned down that low, yet everyone sat rigid and tense, watching the few of us draw our bows on one another.

I turned to look at Amanda. Today she wore a fitted business dress that traced every curve of her figure.

Except she'd seated herself far too close to Tom. From any angle, they looked like a couple.

Everyone exchanged glances, none of them daring to breathe too loudly.

They all knew Amanda and I were engaged, but the way she crossed every line with Tom left me humiliated in front of the entire room.

"Amanda"

"Call me Ms. Harding!"

"At the company, no one's allowed to lean on personal ties or play the back-channel card. You're no exception. You call me Ms. Harding."

Her voice was loud, every word carrying clearly into every ear in the room.

"Ms. Harding."

My voice dropped a few degrees colder.

"Is what Tom said true?"

She didn't answer me directly. That look in her eyes was nothing but contempt.

Her silence only fed Tom's arrogance.

He slammed his palm on the table and shot to his feet. "Since you already know how Ms. Harding feels, why don't you go pack up your"

"You're insufferable."

I picked up the chicken's rear with my fingers and fed it straight into his mouth.

I ignored the gasps around the room, ignored even the cold glare Amanda threw my way.

I plucked a napkin from in front of me, wiped my hands, and let a cold smile curl at the corner of my mouth.

"How does the chicken's rear taste?"

I dropped the napkin on the floor. Tom's color rose in an instant.

"Jude Gilbert, you've gone too far."

"How dare you shove something that filthy into Tom's mouth in front of everyone."

"Ugh"

Tom doubled over, retching, and bolted for the restroom.

But before he ran, he shot me a vicious look, the kind that promised he'd settle the score later.

I settled back into my chair and shed my usual easygoing manner. The coldness in my eyes held Amanda frozen for a few seconds.

"How exactly have I gone too far?"

"Wasn't this chicken's rear the finest delicacy Tom had someone bring over?"

"When I eat it, it's nothing. When Tom eats it, it's a crime. Amanda, you really do have a double standard."

The sound of Tom's retching still drifted out from the restroom. Amanda found herself with nothing to say.

"Jude Gilbert. We'll settle this later."

She rushed into the restroom and tended to Tom the way only a devoted wife would, dabbing his mouth, washing his face, straightening his tie.

So close their noses nearly touched.

Tom deliberately stumbled, his whole body pressing down against hers.

"Ms. Harding, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Didn't you catch me by the waist?"

"Your waist? Oh, right, I forgot. You were wild last night, the way you climbed on top of me"

He said it loud, terrified I wouldn't hear it from outside.

And then he let the rest of the sentence hang. Clever people always leave the words unfinished, just to make others guess at what comes next.

My hand snapped into a fist. Two seconds later, I let it go.

I pulled out my phone and made a call. "Bring the contract back. I'm canceling the partnership with the Hardings."

I'd done so much for her, and she repaid me with infidelity and a shove out the door.

If I let a useless piece of garbage like Tom walk all over me, I'm not Jude Gilbert.

Amanda and Tom came out pressed close together, just in time to catch those words from my mouth.

Tom sneered on the spot, his face full of contempt.

"Jude Gilbert, you think you're the head of the Gilbert Group?"

"What gives you the right to cancel the deal with the Hardings?"

Every face turned to me with the same doubt. Not one of them believed me.

I leaned back against my chair, watching Tom in the laziest posture I could manage.

He wasn't about to be outdone, staring down at me from above.

"This gives me the right. I am the man in control of the Gilbert Group."

The room went quiet for a few seconds. Then it erupted in laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"You? In control of the Gilbert Group?"

"Oh, since when?"

"If you're such a big shot, why are you slumming it here at the Hardings?"

"Did a door slam on your head, or do you just not see us as people? You think we're monkeys for you to toy with?"

That one line lit a fire under every executive in the room.

They'd held their tongues before only because Amanda and I were engaged.

Now they could see Amanda clearly favored Tom, and there was more to gain by buttering him up.

"I never treated anyone like a monkey."

"You said it yourself."

"Give it ten more minutes. When the Gilbert people come back, you'll all understand."

"Enough. Stop spouting your nonsense."

"There's no seat for you at this table. Get up. Right now. Go clear out your things and give your chair to Tom."

"After all, he's the one who landed us the partnership with the Gilbert Group, the biggest player in the game. He's more than qualified to sit as vice president."

Tom brokered the deal between the Hardings and the Gilbert Group? I turned, fixing him with a cold stare. He looked back at me, swollen with pride.

"Who else would it be, if not me?"

"I know it's got to sting, having to give up your seat."

"So here's what we'll do. We'll put it to a vote."

Amanda Harding regarded Tom with something close to admiration.

"Jude Gilbert, you see that? That's how a man with actual brains talks!"

"Not like you, spouting big talk that only makes people laugh."

I said nothing, waiting to see how the Harding people would line up.

Amanda swept her gaze across the room, her voice carrying an edge that brooked no argument.

"You all heard what was just said, didn't you?"

"Then I'll cut the chatter and get straight to the point."

"Do you support Tom as the company's vice president? Or do you still back Jude Gilbert for the position? Raise your hands to show where you stand."

"Now, everyone who supports Tom as vice president, raise your hand!"

Anyone could see how much Amanda valued her little assistant. Who would be reckless enough not to raise a hand?

Every hand in the room went up. Every hand but mine.

Tom smirked, thoroughly pleased with the picture in front of him.

Amanda's lips curved, and she nodded, just as satisfied.

It hit me all at once. This was her humiliating me in front of everyone.

"Everyone who supports Jude Gilbert staying on as vice president, raise your hand!"

The room exchanged uneasy glances. Not a single hand went up.

Tom snorted and raised his. Even Amanda looked thrown.

Only I knew why he'd lifted his hand.

"Oh, come on! How can you all treat our outgoing vice president like this!"

"Couldn't even one of you raise a hand, just to spare Jude Gilbert the embarrassment?"

The confusion lifted, and the mockery only thickened.

"Good thing I know how to be gracious. Jude looked so pathetic, I raised my hand for him."

"Jude Gilbert! Don't take it too hard. I'll keep that seat warm and steady for you."

He watched me with a smile that never reached his eyes. I didn't lose my temper. I just smiled and rapped my knuckles once against the table.

"Amanda Harding, it's not that I'm underestimating you."

"The Hardings is supposed to be a legitimate company. You fire a vice president and let a school of minnows make the call? No need to consult the shareholders?"

I was leaving, yes. But not because this pack of dead weight could simply toss me out.

And I'm not just talking trash. Without me, the Hardings wouldn't be far from bankruptcy.

"Jude Gilbert, are you looking down on us?"

Someone slammed a palm on the table and shot to their feet, openly turning on me the moment they sensed I was cornered.

"Exactly. We're senior management at the Hardings. Don't tell me we don't even have the right to vote."

I pulled out my phone, sent a message, and rose to my feet.

"That's right!"

"One thing. Dismissing me requires the support of the board of directors."

Seeing me about to leave, Tom called after me with a laugh.

"Hold on!"

"Didn't you say the Gilbert people would be sending a contract over to cancel the deal?"

"What's the matter? Can't keep the act going?"

"Hahaha, see that! This is the kind of talent our dear vice president brought to slaving away for the Hardings."

"Laugh all you want."

"Everyone's this arrogant when they think they've got the upper hand."

"The partnership between the Gilbert Group and the Hardings comes down to tomorrow's board meeting."

If they wanted to dig their own graves, I wouldn't stand in their way.

Only after I'd vanished through the doorway did their laughter finally die down.

My leaving stirred up nothing. They went right on ordering food and eating, dragging me out now and then for their amusement.

Back home, I washed off the day's exhaustion.

A wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, I sank into the single armchair on the balcony, poured myself a glass, and sipped it slowly.

That was when my phone buzzed.

I glanced at the caller ID, saw it was Tom, and didn't pick up.

He seemed to enjoy it, calling again and again.

I'm not the hot-tempered type. If he wanted to call, he could call to his heart's content.

When he finally got bored of being ignored, he sent me a video and a voice message.

There, on Amanda Harding's bed, he had his arms around that woman, kissing her wildly, doing things I won't describe.

He thought provoking me would let him watch me lose my temper. So I downloaded their little trophy on the spot and forwarded it, one by one, to every single person in the company.

I'd assumed my heart would ache, at least a little. To my surprise, it didn't.

The next day I went back to the office, and everyone shot me strange looks.

"Did you all get it last night?"

"Mr. Gilbert actually sent me a video of Ms. Harding and Assistant Delgado in bed. Hahaha!"

"You got it too?! Damn, I got one as well!"

"I got it too"

"How does everyone have it? What is Mr. Gilbert even playing at?"

"His own fiance rolling around with another man, and he isn't angry? He's even got the nerve to send that kind of video to every employee."

"Quiet, Ms. Harding's here."

The words had barely faded when Amanda Harding came clicking toward me on her heels.

The instant she got close, her hand flew up to slap me.

I caught her wrist. "First thing in the morning and you're already this worked up."

"Is it because you can't perform? Is that why you never satisfied Amanda?"

Tom's face went scarlet in an instant. My counterattack had clearly enraged him.

"Jude Gilbert, you're disgusting."

"Why would you send every employee in the company photos of me in bed?"

I laughed and shook her hand off, then smoothed my collar.

"Want to guess how I ended up with a video of the two of you in the sheets?"

The lobby fell dead silent. Everyone was dying to know.

"It's all thanks to Assistant Delgado, of course."

"He's the one who sent me the footage of your romp, and he didn't bother explaining himself. So I thought, a perk this good, surely I shouldn't hoard it all for myself, right?"

"So I made sure every employee in the company got their own copy."

Amanda stared at Tom in disbelief, while he just wore a mournful face and denied it.

Right then, the shareholders in the conference room sent word.

They'd been waiting a long time. If we didn't go in soon, they were going home.

Tom certainly wouldn't let them leave. After all, he hadn't officially taken my seat yet.

The moment I walked into the conference room, I became the center of attention.

Amanda strode to her place with Tom in tow, chin high, and pointed at the seat that was mine.

"Tom, from now on this seat is yours. Go on, sit."

"You got it!"

Tom hurried over, beaming, and dropped into the chair without a second's hesitation.

"A vice president's chair really is something. So comfortable."

The chairs were all identical, yet everyone in the room caught the deeper meaning behind his words.

One person couldn't help standing up to ask, "Ms. Harding, you're putting an assistant in the vice president's chair. Then where is Mr. Gilbert supposed to sit?"

Amanda smiled. "Exactly. That's the whole reason I called all of you here."

Tom straightened his clothes at once, and Amanda promptly made her announcement to all the shareholders.

"Everyone, I have something to announce today."

"I'm dismissing Jude Gilbert and letting Tom Delgado formally take over as vice president."

Aaron Finch, the old shareholder who had spoken up, was the only one in the room who looked surprised.

So last night, between the sheets, the two of them had also found time to buy their loyalties.

Aaron didn't like the verdict, and his clash with Amanda boiled over.

Tom snatched up a teacup and hurled it straight at the old man's head. "You useless relic. If you can't bear to lose Jude Gilbert, then get out with him!"

"Sell your shares and go! Harding Corp will be better off without one stubborn old fossil!"

I stepped inside and helped Aaron to his feet. For the first time in a long while, my calm cracked, and the anger I'd swallowed for so long finally surfaced.

"So all of you back Ms. Harding's decision to fire me. Is that it?"

"Yes!" The answer came back in unison, crisp and forceful, as if terrified I might somehow miss it.

"Fine. Then let me give you all a gift in return."

I raised a hand and clapped twice. "Come in."

The door swung open, and several men in sharp suits walked in, their faces cold and severe.

In their hands was a contract. The partnership agreement between Harding Corp and the Gilbert Group.

"Amanda Harding, I can lift you to heaven, and I can drag you straight to hell."

"I hereby announce that the Gilbert Group will never again do business with a small-time outfit like Harding Corp."