Husband's Lies, Wife's Wrath

The morning air carried the familiar scent of coffee and ambition as I approached the gleaming glass towers of Peters Corporation. Five years. Five years of building this empire from nothing, of sacrificing sleep and dreams, of pouring every ounce of my Montgomery heritage into making Grayson's vision a reality. The security guard who usually greeted me with a warm smile barely glanced up as I approached the turnstiles.

I pressed my access card against the scanner, expecting the familiar beep that would grant me entry to the world I'd helped create. Instead, a harsh red light flashed, and the turnstile remained locked. The scanner's rejection echoed through the marble lobby like a slap.

"Excuse me," I said to the guard, my voice steady despite the flutter of unease in my chest. "There seems to be an issue with my card."

He looked up then, his eyes avoiding mine. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Your access has been... revoked."

Revoked. The word hit me like ice water. Around me, employees I'd worked alongside for years began to gather, their conversations dropping to whispers. I caught fragments of their words—"Isabella Montgomery," "what's happening," "isn't she..."—but their faces blurred as my mind struggled to process what was happening.

"There must be some mistake," I said, my voice rising slightly. "I'm Isabella Montgomery. I work here. I—"

"Actually, you don't."

The voice cut through the lobby's murmur like a blade. I turned to see Anaya Riley descending the marble staircase, her heels clicking with deliberate precision. She wore a cream-colored Chanel suit—one almost identical to the one I'd worn to last month's board meeting. The irony wasn't lost on me.

Anaya's smile was sugar-sweet and venomous as she approached, her movements calculated to draw every eye in the lobby. "Isabella, isn't it? I'm afraid there's been a... restructuring."

The whispers around us grew louder. I could feel dozens of eyes watching, waiting, as if they were witnessing some twisted theater performance. My hands clenched at my sides, the familiar weight of my wedding ring suddenly feeling like a shackle.

"What are you talking about?" I kept my voice level, though my heart hammered against my ribs. "Where's Grayson?"

Anaya's laugh tinkled like broken glass. "Mr. Peters is in a very important meeting. But don't worry—I'm fully authorized to handle this situation." She paused, letting her words sink in before delivering the blow. "Isabella Montgomery, you're terminated. Effective immediately."

The lobby fell silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant ding of elevators. I stared at this woman—this girl, really, barely twenty-five with her perfect skin and calculated innocence—and felt something cold settle in my stomach.

"On what grounds?" My voice came out steadier than I felt.

Anaya's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Unprofessional behavior. Disturbing the workplace environment. Creating... uncomfortable situations for other employees." Each word was chosen carefully, designed to humiliate. "Some people need to understand their place, Isabella. This isn't it."

The crowd of employees pressed closer, their phones