My husband forced me to play the maid at his graduation party, and he even showed off his mistress… but everyone was stunned when the big boss bowed to me and called me “Madam President”

And for the first time in years…

I felt free.

But as I got off the stage, my personal assistant approached, her face worried.

“Madam President… There is a problem.

“What’s going on?”

She spoke in a low voice:

— One of our subsidiaries in Lyon has just been hacked. And everything points to someone from the inside… someone very close to you.

My heart quickened.

Because only three people had access to this information…

and one of them had just lost everything that very night.

The real battle had only just begun.

The news fell like an icy shower.

“Who else has access?” I asked, walking to a private room.

My assistant replied:

“You, the financial director…” and your husband. His authorizations were still active.

I stopped.

Of course.

Laurent had tried to take something with him before he fell. Maybe money, maybe information, maybe just revenge.

I took a deep breath. I didn’t feel angry. Only a calm sadness… and the certainty that I had to close this chapter properly.

— Block all access and enable the security protocol. And call our legal team, I ordered.

Thirty minutes later, the technicians confirmed that the sabotage attempt had been stopped in time. No losses. Only a digital trace leading directly to the user by Laurent Dubois.

The company was safe.

So do I.

At dawn I returned home. Our home. Or rather the one we once shared.