My husband never knew I was the anonymous billionaire behind the company he was celebrating that night.

My cursor hovered over the button.

Terminate Employment.

For a moment, I didn’t click it.

Not because I was unsure.

But because I wanted to feel it.

The weight of the decision.

The end of something I had carried longer than I should have.

Upstairs, somewhere above the skyline of Victoria Island, my husband was raising a glass.

Celebrating a future I built.

A future he believed he owned.

I clicked.

Access revoked.
Executive privileges removed.
Termination effective immediately.

No warning.

No meeting.

No explanation.

I leaned back in my chair honte and exhaled slowly.

It wasn’t anger I felt.

Not even satisfaction.

Just… stillness.

My phone lit up less than ten minutes later.

Chidi calling.

I let it ring.

Then again.

And again.

Finally, I answered.