Throwing Away My Cheating CEO Wife

My CEO wife, Chloe, said her assistant Julian's car was broken and asked to borrow mine. I had several cars sitting in my garage that I rarely used, so I agreed.

A week later, when Julian returned the car, I found a patch of suspicious fluid on the baby car seat in the back.

He looked at me with a smug expression. "Yesterday, Chloe and I went to a gala. She had a few too many drinks, and... well, we lost control." "She's a female CEO.

It's normal for her to have a boy toy on the side. You're getting up there in age, Ethan.

You probably can't satisfy her anyway." My brows furrowed as I watched the dashcam footage on my phone, which showed them passionately kissing.

A wave of intense disgust washed over me.

Julian continued, "If it bothers you, I can take it to the car wash tomorrow." I picked up a hammer from the garage shelf and smashed it into the car window. "I don't want a dirty car.

And I sure as hell don't want a dirty woman." Julian stumbled backward, utterly terrified.

Then, I pulled out my phone and called our partners, immediately halting a pending threehundredmilliondollar deal with Chloe's company.

It didn't take long for my phone to start blowing up with calls from Chloe. But my secretary blocked every single one of them. "I'm sorry, Ms. Miller, but Mr.

Vance is currently in a meeting." A short while later, Chloe stormed into my office, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble floor.

She slammed her hand down on my desk. "Ethan, have you lost your mind? That's a threehundredmilliondollar contract!

Just because of a stupid game of Truth or Dare, you're going to ruin my company?!" The usually elegant, poised Ms.

Chloe Miller looked like an outofcontrol shrew, all for the sake of another man.

I put down the financial report I was holding and looked at her twisted, furious face. "You have exactly fifteen minutes left." Ten minutes later, Chloe sent me a photo.

The interior of the BMW was being professionally detailed, restored to its pristine condition.

I immediately notified my international department. "Proceed with the signing as scheduled." Then, I sent Chloe a photo in return.

Her prized designer gown was trampled on the floor, and her favorite custom high heels were soaking in a filthy mop bucket. "Chloe, consider this a game of Truth or Dare too.

Remember my boundaries. This is just a warning. If you provoke me again, you won't like the consequences." There was dead silence from Chloe's end.

I knew she was probably burning with rage right now. But I was even angrier. Years ago, our marriage was arranged by our families, but she was the one who drove it forward.

She was also the one who rejected the idea of an open marriage, insisting we stay faithful. In our six years of marriage, we went from mutual respect to deep affection.

Especially after our son, Leo, was born. I poured all my energy into our family, helping both the Vance and Miller families thrive.

I thought we would support each other until retirement. But she was the one who shattered our happy, stable life.

Temporarily freezing that threehundredmilliondollar deal was merely a shot across her bow.

That night, Chloe didn't come home for the first time. The next day, I walked straight into the Miller Group headquarters and took the private elevator to the executive floor.

To my surprise, the reception area was completely empty. There should have been assistants on duty here. I hadn't brought my own secretary today, but where was hers?

Loud, unrestrained laughter drifted from her office through the halfopen blinds. I saw her assistant, Julian, holding a hair dryer, diligently drying Chloe's hair.

Chloe leaned back in her office chair, smiling and chatting with him. Chloe used to be someone with extremely strict boundaries.

Aside from me, she never let anyone stay in her office for too long. But the tenderness she was showing Julian right now felt like a dagger to my heart.

Even more jarring was the luxury watch glistening on Julian's wrist.

That was the exact custom watch she had meticulously selected during her last trip abroad, meant to be my upcoming birthday present!

An intern assistant like Julian couldn't afford a single gear of that watch even if he sold his soul! I pushed the door open and walked in.

Julian dropped the hair dryer like he'd been electrocuted and forced a sycophantic smile. "Mr.

Vance, what brings you to the Miller Group's executive floor?" I cast a cold glance at him. "I am a board director and the General Manager of Miller Group.

Where I go is none of an intern's business!" "Go call HR. I want to ask them why our hiring standards have fallen so low." Julian looked to Chloe for help.

She gestured for him to leave the room to avoid the storm.

Just as Julian was about to step out, I spoke coldly. "Take off the watch!" He froze, covering the watch with his hand, looking pleadingly at Chloe.

I stared into Chloe's eyes. "Explain to me.

Why is my birthday present on his wrist?" "The deposit receipt for this watch is still in my desk drawer!" Chloe looked annoyed. "He's my assistant.

He represents my face out there." "Just because you insisted on washing the car he sat in, people have been looking down on him.

What's wrong with me giving him a watch to save some face?" "Don't you also spend a fortune customtailoring clothes for your own assistants?" I sneered. "My assistant is a professional who earns his salary through actual hard work.

What has this useless leech done to deserve this?" I pointed a finger at Julian. "Is it because he services you so well in other ways?!" Chloe's face turned pale instantly, fury burning in her eyes. "It's just a watch!

Think of it as compensation for the humiliation he suffered!" "I'll buy you an even better one for your birthday, okay?"

I laughed mockingly. "A limitededition watch? Who does he think he is?

He doesn't deserve it." "Chloe, people should act according to their status." I took a step closer, my voice turning icecold. "It is only natural for my wife to wear limitededition jewelry and custom designer gowns." "But if you, Chloe Miller, want to keep your foot in the door of high society... money alone won't cut it." Chloe flew into a rage. "Ethan!

We have important business to discuss! Julian worked incredibly hard on this deal. Please leave immediately!" She actually screamed at me for this useless parasite.

I sneered. "Fine. Let's see what Julian is actually capable of." Furious, Chloe threw her bag at Julian and stormed out.

Julian gave me a smug, greasy smirk before jogging to catch up with her. Before the sound of her heels faded, I dialed a number. "Proceed with the plan.

Have Arthur Sterling give them a proper welcome." Then, I ordered a cup of coffee and sat by the floortoceiling window. I had only taken two sips when Chloe's call came through.

Her voice was so shrill that I had to pull the phone away from my ear. "Ethan, you despicable coward!" "Arthur Sterling tore up the contract in front of everyone!

He called Julian a golddigging boy toy who lives off sugar mommies!" "He even mocked me, saying I slept my way to the top and wanted to have my cake and eat it too!" "You put him up to this, didn't you?!

I must have been blind to marry you!" I calmly set my cup down. "He has his own mouth.

How can I control what he says?" "If your conscience were clear, you wouldn't be so defensive." Before I could finish, Chloe screamed hysterically. "The deal is dead, and Julian was humiliated so badly he ran away!

Are you happy now?!" The corner of my mouth turned up. "Happy? I'm just putting things back where they belong." Chloe hung up in a fit of rage.

I called HR and had every trace of Julian erased from the company. At this point, I felt I had left Chloe with enough dignity and room to back down.

As long as she behaved and returned to being Mrs. Vance, we could still make this work. Unfortunately, she didn't value the opportunity I gave her at all.

That day, our son had a fever of 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit and was incredibly clingy. I stayed home to keep him company while he was on an IV drip.

Chloe, wearing her high heels, was about to head out again when our son called out in his sweet, baby voice. "Mommy, don't go!" She hesitated for a moment and finally sat down.

Looking at my son's happy smile, I felt that giving her another chance had been the right call. But the shrill ringtone of her phone shattered the warm atmosphere.

Julian's tearful voice came through the speaker. "Chloe, someone is following me!

The internet is calling me a male escort, a simp, and a homewrecker!" "Is Ethan really trying to drive me to suicide? Chloe, please tell Ethan I won't ever come near you again.

Just beg him to let me go!" I didn't even look up, continuing to play with our son.

It was entirely within my expectations that Julian would face some trouble, but it was nowhere near as bad as he claimed. Yet Chloe reacted as if someone had stepped on her tail.

She slammed her phone onto the coffee table. Our son burst into tears from the loud noise.

Instead of comforting him, she pointed a finger at my face like a madwoman. "Ethan, enough is enough!

I am sick and tired of you playing God and manipulating everyone!" "You already drove Julian away. Why won't you let him go?!" "I married you, Ethan. I didn't sell myself to you!

What right do you have to control every single thing I do?!" I lost my patience and pointed toward the door. "If you want to scream, get the hell out!

Don't scare our son!" She let out a cold laugh. "You want to ruin him, Ethan? Fine.

I will protect him no matter what!" With that, she ignored our son's crying, slammed the door, and left! I watched her retreating back, my eyes darkening.

She had truly lost her mind. After soothing our son to sleep, I opened my laptop.

The scandal about Julian being a homewrecking boy toy had been trending all morning, but by the afternoon, it had completely vanished.

To save that piece of trash, Chloe had actually mobilized her company's PR department! How ridiculous!

I didn't want to deal with it, but then I discovered that Chloe had issued an official statement under the company's name.

The statement claimed that Julian possessed outstanding professional capabilities, condemned the "malicious rumors," and threatened legal action against anyone spreading them.

At the same time, HR sent a message to my phone.

Chloe had officially appointed Julian as the Operations Manager, moving him into a private office on the executive floor with vicepresidentlevel benefits.

My secretary also forwarded a screenshot of Julian's smug post on Snapchat. He was wearing a customtailored suit, flashing that shiny luxury watch.

Looking at the notifications on my phone, I let out a cold laugh. Chloe, if you insist on elevating this parasite, don't blame me for showing no mercy!

After setting my plans against Miller Group into motion, I hurried home, only to find our son was gone! I frantically questioned the nanny.

She trembled as she answered, "The mistress came back... and took the young master with her..." The fury inside me could no longer be suppressed.

After learning from my secretary that Chloe was at the amusement park, I rushed over without losing a second.

When I arrived, I saw Chloe and Julian whispering intimately ahead, completely oblivious to our son struggling to keep up behind them.

The little guy's face was flushed red from the fever, drenched in sweat as he whimpered. "Mommy... slow down... it hurts... wait for me..." A malicious smirk played on Julian's lips as he casually extended his foot.

Thud! Our son tripped and fell hard onto the pavement. He froze for a second before bursting into hysterical tears.

Chloe instinctively reached down to help him, but Julian suddenly spoke up. "Chloe, does the little master hate me?

Do you think he fell on purpose just to fake cry?" Hearing this, Chloe snapped her hand back and glared at our son accusingly. "Julian was nice enough to bring you out to play, and you're faking a fall?

Why are you so spoiled?" I charged forward like an arrow, scooping up my sobbing, shaking son into my arms. Rage almost consumed me.

Chloe's expression changed slightly, and she tried to explain frantically, "Julian said I shouldn't have left when Leo was sick.

That's why he suggested we come to the amusement park, to make it up to him..." I glared at her coldly. "He's barely two years old.

What can he play at an amusement park?" "Did you bring him here to watch you two display your disgusting affection, or to let this bastard trip him?" The air turned dead silent.

Julian's smug grin froze on his face. Chloe's pupils dilated, and her face quickly flushed with anger. "Ethan, don't twist our good intentions!

We..." Holding my terrified son close, I cut her off. "Chloe, we're getting a divorce!"