CEO Wife's Bold Revenge

The elevator's soft chime echoed through the executive floor as I stepped out, my heels clicking against the polished marble with their usual confident rhythm. The quarterly reports tucked under my arm felt heavier than usual—not from their weight, but from the anticipation of another productive discussion with Tyler about Pinnacle Media's impressive growth numbers.

The executive floor hummed with its typical late-afternoon energy. Staff members moved purposefully between offices, their voices creating a familiar backdrop of success and ambition. I nodded to Sarah at the reception desk, her smile bright as always when she saw me approaching Tyler's corner office.

"Mrs. Reynolds, he's in his private office reviewing the Henderson account," she said, gesturing toward the frosted glass doors that separated Tyler's inner sanctum from the main workspace.

I pushed through the outer office, past Lea's empty desk—she must be in the break room again, I thought absently. The girl had been working late more frequently lately, showing the kind of dedication I'd hoped to see when I'd recommended her promotion from assistant to junior account manager six months ago.

The door to Tyler's private office stood slightly ajar, warm light spilling through the gap. I raised my hand to knock, then froze.

Through the narrow opening, I could see Tyler pressed against his mahogany desk, his usually pristine tie loosened and hanging askew. But it wasn't the disheveled state of his clothing that made my breath catch in my throat—it was Lea Watson, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders as Tyler's hands tangled through the silky strands. Her cream-colored blouse hung open, revealing the lace of her bra, and Tyler's mouth moved hungrily against her neck.

Time seemed to crystallize around that moment. The quarterly reports slipped from my numb fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud that might as well have been thunder. Tyler's head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine through the crack in the door. For a heartbeat, we stared at each other—predator and prey, though I wasn't yet sure which of us was which.

Lea turned, her face flushing crimson as she scrambled to button her blouse with trembling fingers. "Mrs. Reynolds, I—we were just—"

"Discussing the Henderson account?" The words left my mouth with surprising steadiness, though my heart hammered against my ribs like a caged bird.

Tyler stepped away from Lea with infuriating calmness, straightening his tie with the same methodical precision he used to adjust his cufflinks each morning. No shame flickered across his features. No guilt. Just mild annoyance at being interrupted.

"Samantha." He smoothed down his dark hair, not a strand out of place despite Lea's fingers having run through it moments before. "We need to talk."

Lea gathered her things with jerky, panicked movements, her earlier confidence evaporating like morning mist. She couldn't meet my eyes as she hurried past me, her heels clicking rapidly down the hallway until the sound faded into silence.

I bent to collect the scattered reports, using the moment to steady