CEO’s Revenge I Exposed My Wife’s Affair at the Annual Gala — Novel

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In the opulent glow of the annual gala, secrets simmer beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to erupt. As the CEO of Henson Industries, betrayal is the last thing on your mind—until you discover the truth about your wife, Mary. That simple business trip turns into a nightmare when you return home to find evidence of her infidelity entwined with a younger man, Dean Gilbert, her assistant. With a heart heavy with rage, you decide it’s time for the world to see what you've uncovered.

As you navigate the tightrope of corporate politics and personal betrayal, every glance exchanged between Mary and Dean is a reminder of the trust shattered between you. The gala becomes a stage, and you hold the power to expose their duplicity, but at what cost? Will you reclaim your dignity, or will the pursuit of revenge consume everything you’ve built?

With tension crackling like electricity in the air, alliances are tested, loyalties questioned, and the stakes rise with each passing moment. As the night unfolds, the question looms: how far are you willing to go to unveil the truth? In a world where love and ambition collide, the consequences of your choices may be more devastating than you ever imagined.

CEO’s Revenge I Exposed My Wife’s Affair at the Annual GalaChapter 1

I came home from a business trip to find my personal slippers still damp.

I asked Mary Henson if we'd had visitors.

She froze for a split second, then laughed. "How could we? You know I'm hopeless at socializing."

"I just like staying in on weekends, nice and quiet."

"Isn't that what you always said you loved about me? How well-behaved I am?"

I gave a noncommittal smile and waited until she left to go shopping. Then I searched the apartment, room by room.

Someone had used the razor in the bathroom. A set of pajamas in the walk-in closet had been worn.

But the worst part? The box of Durex in the nightstand was completely empty.

Two days. Twelve condoms.

Impressive stamina.

I swallowed my rage and pulled out my phone:

"Contact the building manager. Get me all surveillance footage from the past two days."

"And make sure no one else finds out."

——

The next day at the office, the footage was already waiting in my inbox.

I clicked it open and dragged the progress bar.

Crystal clear. Timestamped to the second.

Starting three days ago, a man had been coming and going from my home. Frequently.