Chapter 2But I'm the Majority Shareholder

The moment I returned to my empty house, I opened my laptop and loaded Felix's corporate website.

A promotional pop-up for his latest media interview immediately filled the screen.

It was a ten-minute video. For nine of those minutes, the interviewer showered Felix with sickening praise. They painted him as a visionary, a man of profound integrity and charity. Every flattering adjective in the dictionary was hurled his way.

Next week was his highly anticipated product launch.

A cold smile tugged at my lips. I scrolled straight down to the investor relations page.

As a publicly traded company, any shift in executive power or shareholder equity had to be transparent. It took me zero effort to find his corporate structure.

Felix held a fifty-one percent controlling stake.

But the moment my pen hit that paper in my father's study, fifty percent of the company's total shares transferred directly from his name to mine.

I was now the largest shareholder.

I only needed one more percent to secure absolute, undeniable control.

Acquiring one percent of loose equity was a trivial task. I mentally mapped out a buyout strategy within seconds. Then, I clicked on the executive directory.

Sure enough, Tessa's name was sitting right there.

The girl who had once looked me in the eye and swore to dedicate her life to helping others just as I had helped her. She was now my husband's personal executive assistant.

I bit the inside of my cheek, taking several deep breaths to suppress the white-hot fury burning in my chest.

Felix didn't come home until nearly midnight.

In the past, I would have bombarded him with questions about why he was working so late.

Tonight, I just glanced at him from the couch. "Honey, do you remember Tessa?"

Felix froze instantly. He stared at me, completely paralyzed, unable to form a single syllable.

I kept my voice light. "After I rescued her, I always worried her parents would drag her back to the mountains. I had no idea she ended up working as your assistant."

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Every word that left his mouth was a calculated lie.

"I had no idea she was the student you sponsored."

I gave him a playful, exasperated look. "What are you so nervous about? I am not upset with you."

"I should actually be thanking you. If you hadn't taken her under your wing, who knows what kind of predators would have taken advantage of a lonely girl like her."

Felix offered a stiff, awkward laugh. "I just saw that she was struggling. I wanted to help."

He practically sprinted into the bedroom after that.

I watched the door click shut. The playful warmth vanished from my face, replaced by pure ice.

Struggling? Of course I knew she was struggling.

That was why I funded her life. That was why I pulled her out of the dirt. That was why I sacrificed my unborn child to keep her safe.

And my reward was not gratitude. It was a vicious snake sinking its fangs into my marriage.

If she didn't know how to be grateful, then she couldn't blame me for ripping away everything I had ever given her.

The next morning, I slept in until eleven.

Felix had left for the office hours ago.

I ate a slow breakfast, watching the live feed from the private investigator. The moment I saw Tessa slip into Felix's private office on the screen, I grabbed my keys.

Every employee at his headquarters recognized me. Not a single person dared to stop me in the lobby.

Because Felix had spent years meticulously crafting the image of a devoted family man, no one in the building suspected his vile affair with Tessa. Consequently, no one thought to warn him that his wife was on the elevator.

I didn't even have to rush. I simply pushed open the heavy oak doors to his private suite.

I caught them hopelessly tangled together on the leather sofa, their clothes in disarray.

I walked in, sat down on the armchair opposite them, and watched them with a dead expression.

"It seems I arrived at a bad time."

The shock finally shattered their paralysis. They scrambled apart, frantically adjusting their clothes.

Yet, there was no trace of actual remorse on their faces.

Tessa looked at me, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. "Audrey. It has been a long time."

"It has," I replied, my voice dangerously calm. "The last time we saw each other was two years ago. Right after I pulled you out of that hellhole."

"What was it you said to me back then? Something about serving me like a loyal dog to repay your debt?"

Tessa's smile dissolved instantly.

I flicked my gaze between her and Felix, my tone dripping with absolute disgust. "And this is your grand repayment? Climbing into your savior's marital bed?"

Before Tessa could speak, Felix stepped forward.

He softly told Tessa to wait outside. When he turned back to me, the warmth in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by a freezing hostility.

"Did you really have to come here and make such an ugly scene, Audrey?"

A sharp laugh escaped my throat. "I am making an ugly scene? You have been sleeping with the student I sponsored for years, and you think my presence is the ugly part?"

"Audrey, watch your tone!" Felix raised his voice, his ego flaring. "I simply saw a girl who was pitiful, and I gave her an opportunity!"

"An opportunity?" I sneered. "Felix, every single opportunity you have ever had in your pathetic life was handed to you by my family."

"If it weren't for my mother and father, you would still be rotting in the gutters."

"Where exactly do you get the nerve to take the power my family gave you and use it to fund your little mistress?"

Felix erupted. "Shut your mouth!"

"You know exactly what state your family's company is in! Everything I have achieved here is built on my own blood and sweat!"

"You are the one relying on me now! I am the one propping up your parents' lifestyle and their failing investments! If you don't want to see your family go bankrupt and end up on the streets, you will keep your mouth shut and accept Tessa!"

Our argument ended in absolute hostility.

But my visit was not a failure.

Every disgusting word that left his mouth, every vile threat he made, was crystal clear on the recording device hidden in my purse.

It was the exact ammunition I needed for the killing strike.