“It’s absolutely true, and your lawyer explained it to you the day you signed,” I replied.
Patricia jumped up, insistently asking what kind of nonsense this was. I pulled out another document and placed it next to the first.
“This is official confirmation from the bank that the loan was repaid in full this morning using my own funds,” I said.
Vanessa’s confidence evaporated as reality hit her. Jonathan seemed to have been struck by something irreversible.
“You’re lying,” he said, though without conviction.
I looked him in the eye. “As of 9:42 this morning, I have become the majority shareholder of Brooks Logistics,” I said clearly.
William slammed his hand on the table, insisting that this was Jonathan’s company. I inclined my head slightly.
“Not anymore,” I said.
Jonathan ran toward me, accusing me of deceiving him. I raised an eyebrow and asked if I’d tricked him or if he simply hadn’t carefully read what he’d signed.
Vanessa looked at him confused, asking why he’d told her he owned everything. He didn’t know what to say.
I leaned in a little closer and reminded him of what he’d said earlier—that this would be my last day in that house. He swallowed and confirmed it quietly.
“Well, there’s one more thing you forgot,” I said, looking around the room.
His voice was barely audible when he asked me what I meant. I smiled.
“This house was purchased with corporate funds,” I said calmly.
Patricia gasped as Jonathan’s eyes widened in horror. For the first time, everyone understood where the power truly resided.
The silence thickened as Jonathan stared at me, his world collapsing around him. He insisted it was impossible, but I calmly sat down across from him.
“It’s very likely,” I said.
Vanessa stood nervously, demanding an explanation. Jonathan ignored her, leafing through the documents as if hoping they would change.
William finally asked me what I intended to do next. I answered without hesitation.
“As the majority shareholder of Brooks Logistics, I have legal control of all company assets,” I explained.
Then I slowly gestured around the room. “That includes this property.”
Patricia’s voice trembled as she asked if that meant what she thought. I nodded.
Jonathan sank onto the couch while Vanessa looked completely lost. She asked me if I was saying the house was mine.
“Technically, yes,” I replied.
Jonathan grabbed my arm, begging me to speak. I gently removed his hand and reminded him of his own words.
“I thought today was my last day here,” I said.
He tried to backtrack, but it was too late. I reminded him that he had introduced me to his mistress and told me to leave.
Vanessa became angry, demanding to know why she had said they were already separated. Jonathan yelled at her to stop, making the situation even worse.
I leaned back and spoke softly. “For three years, I thought I was building a future with my husband,” I said.
Jonathan lowered his head.
“But apparently I was just financing his new life with someone else,” I continued.
Vanessa crossed her arms and said that perhaps I should have been a better wife. Jonathan looked horrified, but I told him to let her speak.
She insisted he deserved someone more interesting. I nodded slowly.
“That’s fair,” I said, standing up.
“Now you’re free to pursue that exciting life,” I added calmly.
Jonathan looked hopeful for a brief moment until I finished. “But not in my company,” I said.
His face froze as confusion returned. I slid one last envelope toward him.
“This is a notice from the board of directors,” I explained.
He insisted there was no whiteboard, but I corrected him. “There is now.”
Inside was a formal termination letter. “As the majority shareholder, I have called an emergency meeting this afternoon,” I said.
Jonathan read it with shaking hands. “You fired me,” he whispered.
I nodded.
Patricia accused me of destroying my husband. I looked at her calmly.
“He self-destructed,” I said.
Vanessa took a step back, as if she no longer recognized him. She reminded him that he’d told her he was the CEO.
He didn’t say anything, because he was nothing anymore.
I grabbed the bottle of champagne I’d brought to celebrate. I headed for the door and stopped.
“Jonathan,” I said softly.
He looked up, completely devastated.
“Congratulations,” I added.
“For what?” he asked weakly.
I gave him a small, knowing smile.
