He Gave My Louboutins to His Secretary, So I Divorced Him

For our third wedding anniversary, my husband gave the limitededition Christian Louboutin heels he promised me to his new secretary.

Before Carter went on his business trip, he casually asked me what I wanted. I smiled and said, "I heard they just released a limitededition pump at the boutique over there.

Could you get them for me?" He agreed without hesitation. He even asked for my exact size and color preference.

That night, my personal shopper, Luna, sent me a text on iMessage. "Hi Sienna! Your husband just picked up the heels." "He is seriously the best husband ever!

So sweet!" Three days later, Carter came home and handed me a cheap keychain. He kissed the top of my head and sighed. "Sorry, babe. Those heels were completely out of stock.

I'll get them for you next time." I didn't call him out on his lie. Because just a minute ago, his new secretary had posted a picture on her Instagram.

On her feet were the exact limitededition Louboutins I had been waiting for.

I stepped back, avoiding Carter's embrace, and spoke calmly. "Carter, let's get a divorce." Carter froze, looking at me in utter disbelief. "Sienna, you’re joking, right?" "It’s just a pair of shoes.

You want a divorce over a pair of shoes?" My expression didn't change.

I just asked him directly. "Were they really out of stock?" Carter frowned, still sticking to his lie. "They’re limited edition. It’s normal for them to sell out.

Can't I just buy you something else?" I was silent for two seconds. Then, I held my phone up to his face.

On Instagram, his newly hired secretary, Hailey Miller, had posted a selfie showing off the heels. The caption read: "Shoutout to the best boss ever!

He got me these beauties on his business trip. How do I even repay him? Maybe I’ll have to marry him! 😉❤️" Looking at the post, Carter’s face didn't even twitch.

Instead, he took my phone and placed it face down on the coffee table. "Young girls just talk like that nowadays. It's just an exaggeration." "Stop throwing a tantrum.

It’s just a pair of shoes." "I'll buy you a more expensive pair next time, okay?" As he spoke, he tried to pull me into his arms again.

He rested his chin on my head. "Giving the secretary a pair of shoes makes her work harder. It's just business." "You’re the boss's wife, Sienna.

Why are you acting so jealous over a little girl?" I pushed Carter away again.

My voice remained steady and firm. "I said, I want a divorce." The warmth instantly drained from Carter's face. "Sienna, it’s just a pair of shoes!

Do you have to be this dramatic?" "Is there nothing else in your head besides those stupid shoes?" "Besides, look at your closet.

Don't you have enough shoes already?" With that, he walked straight upstairs. "I just got back from an international flight. I'm exhausted." "Don't disturb me." I didn't stop him.

Instead, I picked up my phone again. Sure enough, within three minutes, Hailey's post was deleted. But she posted a new one on Snapchat. "Some people are just so petty.

Instead of reflecting on why they didn't get a gift, they just get jealous of others." "She should look at her own age before eyeing things meant for younger girls. 🙄" Carter had already liked the post.

Someone in the comments asked her what happened. She replied sarcastically. "Nothing much. I'm just a straight shooter.

I guess I accidentally offended some bitter old woman." People kept joining the thread, guessing who the "old woman" was.

As the drama escalated, Hailey left another comment, pretending to be the victim. "Jealous, fake, and hates seeing younger girls succeed." Suddenly, the comment section went quiet, like someone had pressed pause.

A colleague who was close to me commented. "Hailey, isn't it wrong to spread rumors like this?" "Sienna literally buys everyone in the office holiday gifts out of her own pocket.

You took her husband's gift, and now you're mocking her behind her back? That’s low." Hailey replied instantly. "What rumors?

Did I name anyone?" "She bought you off with a few cheap gifts, and you forgot who actually signs your paychecks?" "I’m just a blunt person.

If anyone has a problem, they can come face me. Don't send your little minions to do your dirty work.

I’m not scared!" I replied directly under her comment. "Well, I guess having the boss back you up makes you feel real brave." "Very tough talk." Right after I posted that, her story was deleted.

Then, my phone buzzed. It was a WhatsApp message from Carter. "Stop being so petty." "You’re a grown woman.

Bullying a young girl with your office friends is embarrassing." "If this gets out, what will people think of our company?" I texted back. "I thought you were sleeping?" He didn't reply.

During the weekly meeting the next morning. Carter suddenly walked into the conference room with Hailey. Dozens of employees looked up at the same time.

Carter announced, "Some things happened last night.

Some inappropriate comments were made, which brought a negative impact to the company." "Hailey didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

But since my wife was involved, as part of the management team, we must lead by example and show zero tolerance for workplace harassment." "Sienna, apologize to Hailey." My gaze bypassed Hailey, whose eyes were red and watery, and landed straight on Carter's selfrighteous face. "So, because I'm your wife, she can throw dirt at me, and anyone who speaks up for me is part of a 'bullying campaign' led by me?" Carter pinched the bridge of his nose.

He looked deeply frustrated, as if he were dealing with a spoiled child. "Sienna, don't twist my words." "Hailey’s post didn't name you.

She didn't mean it that way." "Then what did she mean?" I didn't back down an inch.

Suddenly, Hailey started sobbing. "It's fine, Carter." "My justice as a lowlevel employee doesn't matter.

Please don't fight with your wife because of me." After saying that, she turned to run out. I stepped in her way. "Carter can't explain it, so you tell me.

What did you mean?" "Don't go crying later that people are targeting you again." Hailey looked as if she had been deeply insulted. Big tears began to roll down her cheeks.

She took a step back and bowed deeply to me. "I’m sorry, Sienna." "It's my fault. I shouldn't have posted that.

I'm just a very blunt person." "It's just like when I see a hot male celebrity on TV, I can't help but gush about how he's my type. I have a big mouth. I shouldn't have posted that.

Please be the bigger person and don't hold it against me..." Her voice cracked. In the end, she ran out of the room crying. Carter tried to stop her but failed.

He shot me a look of pure disappointment. Then, he turned and ran after her. The employees who witnessed the whole scene kept their heads down.

The conference room was deathly quiet.

I opened my presentation slides. "Let's continue the meeting." As soon as those words left my mouth, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

When I returned to my office, there was a knock on my door. It was the HR manager.

He looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Sienna, have you seen the company announcement?" I pulled out my phone and opened the WhatsApp work group.

An termination notice was pinned at the top. The reason: leading a workplace bullying campaign against an employee and causing severe reputational damage to the company.

Just as I finished reading it, the HR manager whispered, "Carter is upstairs." He signaled me to go up and talk to him. I took the elevator to the top floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Hailey blocked my way.

Her freshly touchedup makeup showed no trace of tears or distress. "Carter said he’s not seeing anyone today." "Besides, you've been fired. Please leave on your own.

Don't make me call security to escort you out. It won't look good." I looked at the smugness in her eyes.

I took out my phone and texted Carter. "Do you really have to do this?" He replied instantly. "Mistakes have consequences.

Apologize to Hailey, and we can pretend this never happened." "Don't forget, this is my company. We signed a prenup.

Whether you work here or not is entirely up to me." Hailey leaned over, trying to peek at my screen.

The triumph on her face was undeniable. "Sienna, I won't make things hard for you." "If you truly want to apologize, just write a public apology letter and pin it on the company board."

I gave her a cold look, turned around, and walked back downstairs.

As soon as I reached the underground parking lot, my assistant, Maya—who had spoken up for me the night before—ran up to me, panting. "Sienna!

If you're leaving, I'm quitting too." "But before I go, there’s something you need to see." She handed me her phone. It was Hailey's private Instagram account. Last month.

She had posted a picture of a candlelit dinner at a highend rooftop restaurant. Two hands were clasped together.

The caption: "Candlelit dinner with my favorite person." That night, Carter had told me he was out dining with a client. July 23rd.

A photo of a man kneeling down to slip a high heel onto her foot. That day, he also claimed to be visiting a client. And the day before Carter’s business trip.

The exact day I had asked him to buy me those shoes.

Hailey had posted: "If she wants it, would you give it to me instead?" Under that post, Carter had commented: "I’d give you the world." I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Out of stock? Sold out? It was all a lie. And that Instagram post from yesterday wasn't an accident. It was Hailey's deliberate provocation. I glanced at the WhatsApp group chat.

Carter had posted my termination notice thirty minutes ago. I handed the phone back to Maya, thanked her, and drove home. That night, Carter didn't come home.

I texted him. "We need to talk." No reply. It was like this for the next few days. He acted like he had forgotten he had a home, forgotten he was married.

While Carter ignored me, Hailey’s Instagram was constantly active. One sweet, romantic post after another. They looked like a couple in the honeymoon phase.

A few nights later, while I was applying a face mask, Carter finally came home. As he tossed his coat onto the rack, two concert tickets fell out of his pocket.

Noticing my gaze, Carter spoke coldly. "An employee was wronged.

I had to compensate her." He didn't specify which employee, and I didn't ask what kind of "compensation" required a boss to stay out for days. "Carter, we need to talk." "Sienna, I need to ask you for a favor." We spoke at the same time, then fell into silence.

I gestured to him. "You first." Carter cleared his throat. "About what happened the other day... I know you feel wronged." "But Hailey is different from you.

Even if you lose your job, you don’t have to worry about money. You’re still my wife." "But Hailey is a working girl.

She needs this job, and she needs to maintain her authority at the office." "So you used me to establish her authority?" Hearing my question, Carter sighed. "Sienna, can you stop being so hostile towards her?" "Didn't you use to tell me how hard it is for women in the corporate world?" "You've been through it.

Why are you making things hard for another struggling woman now? Can't you be more generous?" Honestly, I didn't know how much more "generous" I could possibly be.

I peeled off my face mask. My voice was dead calm. "Get to the point.

I don't want to waste my time." Carter ignored my cold tone. "Hailey is the new head of the PR department now." "Tomorrow, she and I are attending a charity gala.

She doesn't have any suitable jewelry. Lend her your vintage emerald set to help her save face." I narrowed my eyes.

I studied Carter's face closely. "Do you know that I am also attending that gala tomorrow?"