I Divorced My Wife for Humiliating Me

My wife, Izzy Sockman, had been out entertaining clients with her childhood friend and best friend, who were both men. At two in the morning, she called me and asked me to pick her up because she claimed she had sharp pains in her stomach. The call made me anxious, and I rushed over with warm soup. When I arrived, I saw her lying in her best friend’s arms while he fed her wine from his mouth. Her childhood friend, Carter Enders, held her by the waist and looked at me with a taunting expression. “You came right away after taking the call. How obedient. You are right on time because Izzy is not done with her dare. Get over here and kneel while you pour us wine, and we will consider it a win for Izzy.” I thought Izzy would object, yet she only clung to Carter and pointed at the wine glass on the table. She ordered me around like a dog. “Didn’t you hear what he said? Hurry up and pour us a drink. Carter and Eugene are my kings today, and I have to do whatever they want. You are not allowed to leave until you pour us that drink.” Izzy had enjoyed her life as Capital City’s top CEO because I had invested billions into her company. She never cared about that. She only cared about acting like a lapdog for other men. Since she enjoyed degrading herself that way, I should take away her position as CEO. Chapter 1 I was about to explode from the anger boiling inside me because my wife was kissing another man right in front of me. They stayed locked in a passionate embrace and refused to part their lips. When they finally pulled away, Carter Enders looked at me with a taunting expression while he held the panting Izzy Sockman in his arms. “Are you deaf? Is it so difficult for you to pour me a drink?” My wife leaned into his arms while she tidied her messy skirt. “Do not make me repeat this, Shawn. Tomorrow is the day Sockman Enterprise goes public. Carter and Eugene are here with me to meet Frank Collier from White Mount Investments. Do you think you can take responsibility for any consequences tomorrow if you upset them?” It was a ridiculous sight. My great‑grandfather had been in the army when he was young. When his battalion was separated after an attack, he was saved by a Sockman who fed him half a piece of bread when he was close to starving to death. Our family had been in the Sockmans’ debt ever since, and we had always been grateful. When we found the Sockmans, Izzy owned a small twenty‑person company that was close to bankruptcy. I invested in her company without hesitation and turned her from a failing owner into a powerful CEO. I even married her because it had been my great‑grandfather’s dying wish. We had been together for three years. She was now humiliating me because of her two lovers. “I am your husband, Izzy, not your waiter,” I said calmly while I tried to suppress my anger. Izzy burst into laughter. “My husband? Do you earn enough for me, or have you done anything useful? You are not a sweet talker like Carter, and you are not as smart as Eugene. What else do you know besides cooking and cleaning? Do you think I would marry you if my grandfather had not insisted on it?” She waved me off with impatience. “If you cannot serve us drinks, then go pay the bill. After that, start the car and make sure the air conditioning is running. You need to take us to the presidential suite. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get the car. Or do you want a divorce instead?” My wife was asking me to take her and her lovers to a hotel room. She did not seem to remember that when my great‑grandfather was close to death three years ago, her grandfather had knelt beside his hospital bed and begged him to let Izzy marry me. When my great‑grandfather learned that the Sockmans were not capable businessmen, he thought about it for three days before he agreed. He allowed me to marry into the Sockman family to repay the debt and help strengthen Izzy’s business for three years. “If she still cannot be helped after three years, we will consider the debt fully repaid.” Back then, I had been willing to let her enjoy a comfortable life even if she was not smart, as long as she was dutiful and responsible. It now seemed clear that she would never change. I dumped the food I brought her into the garage bin. Izzy’s eyes widened as she lost her temper. “Are you throwing a tantrum in front of me? Who are you throwing a hissy fit at, Shawn? If you are not careful, I will leave you with nothing after divorcing you!” Carter added fuel to the fire. “Izzy is the one who is about to become rich. What is with your act? Do you really think you will get rich just by having sex with Izzy? Why not just castrate him, Izzy? That would stop him from ordering you around.” “I cannot do that. My grandfather chose him as my husband. I cannot explain it to him if I castrate Shawn.” Izzy took a deep breath and gave me a condescending look. “I will overlook what you did just now. If you know what is good for you, go home and make me a hangover remedy for when I return. Make sure you kneel at the door when I get back, and I will consider keeping a good‑for‑nothing like you around and forgive you for what you did.” “No need. I am just a nobody who will not disturb you any longer, Miss Sockman.” Izzy looked stunned. “What do you mean, Shawn? What is with the sarcastic tone?” I ignored her and pulled the door open before I walked out. When I reached downstairs, I called my assistant, Frank. “Prepare my divorce papers and the contract for Sockman Enterprise’s equity transfer, and send them to their office. Also, I want the person ringing the bell tomorrow to be changed.” Frank sounded surprised. “Who do you want it changed to, Mr. Colter?” Chapter 2 “I had my plans.” After I hung up, I checked my watch. There were still twenty‑four hours left before the three years were up. I took a cab to Sockman Enterprise and found the entire building in darkness. Everyone had already left, and Leia Jameson was the only person still at her desk. She focused on the computer screen and did not even notice that the takeaway soup beside her had turned cold. Leia was the core technical member of Sockman Enterprise, and I remembered her because she had been the only person who produced good work during the past three years. Izzy had always put Leia down to prevent anyone from challenging her authority. Izzy took credit for all of Leia’s hard work, and she even forced Leia to sign a non‑competition agreement. The company also held back Leia’s bonus to keep her from leaving. The company had belonged to Izzy, and it had not been convenient for me to interfere. The only thing I could do was find different ways to compensate Leia for her work. It was different now. “Mr. Colter? What are you doing here?” Leia looked shocked when she saw me and stood up in a panic. “I will fix the bug very soon, but please do not tell Miss Sockman or give me a pay cut. My mother is still in the hospital.” The person who contributed the most lived life on thin ice, while the one who did nothing lived a glamorous life. Hard work should not be punished. I pulled a chair over and sat down before placing the documents on the table. “You do not need to fix it anymore.” Leia froze. “Why?” “You built this system for Sockman Enterprise, and you wrote the code for its foundation. That so‑called artificial‑intelligence calculation that Izzy kept flaunting was probably your patent, am I right?” Leia lowered her head and bit her lip. She did not dare to speak. “How much did she pay you?” I asked. “Fifteen thousand,” Leia whispered. “Miss Sockman promised me stock options.” “That is an empty promise,” I said. “Izzy has already prepared your resignation letter. Once she rings that bell when the company goes public, she will fire you for revealing company secrets, and you will be left with nothing.” Leia looked up with disbelief. “That is not true. I have worked hard for this company for ten years.” “It is entirely possible. You are only a useful tool in her eyes. Once she is done using you, she will discard you without hesitation.” I pointed at the document on the table. “Read that.” Leia picked up the document with trembling hands. She turned rigid after one glance. “An equity transfer agreement with my name on it?” Her eyes widened as she looked at me. “What does this mean, Mr. Colter? Why do you have shares of Sockman Enterprise?” Chapter 3 I leaned back in my chair and looked at Leia with a calm expression. “Izzy reached her current position because I allowed it. Now that I do not want her there, that position belongs to you. It is easy to manage others, but technical abilities like yours are rare. The company can still function without Izzy. Without you, it is nothing. Once you sign this, you will be the one ringing the bell when the company gets listed tomorrow. There is no reason for those leeches who feed off your hard work to enjoy a comfortable life.” Leia clutched the document as her voice trembled. “Can I really do it? Miss Sockman always says I do not have a great image and my education level is low, I…” “If I say you can, you can.” I handed her a pen. Leia did not take it at first. Her tears fell onto the paper. After a moment, she wiped her face and picked up the pen. The unhappiness and suffering she endured in this company gave her the strength she needed. “Thank you, Mr. Colter. I will sign them.” She was not foolish. Leia had known for years that Izzy was too incompetent to be the one keeping the company afloat. She never expected that person to be me, the man everyone mocked for living off his wife. “Good.” I put the documents away. “A stylist will pick you up tomorrow. Remember, you will be the CEO of Sockman Enterprise from tomorrow onward. You need to learn to walk tall with your head held high.” … The next day at noon, Izzy woke up with a horrible hangover. She called out by habit, “Water!” No one reacted. Her head throbbed, and she opened her eyes in frustration when she realized no one had prepared a hangover remedy or laid out her outfit of the day. Her anger grew. “Are you dead, Shawn?” Izzy ran into the bedroom barefoot. When she saw the unfamiliar surroundings, she remembered she was not at home. She was in the hotel with her lovers. She grabbed her phone to call Shawn, the nanny she took for granted, but no one picked up. She called again, and still no one answered. “Good‑for‑nothing! Who does he think he is?” Izzy threw her phone onto the sofa. Carter and Eugene walked out in their robes. “What is wrong, Izzy? Who made you mad so early in the morning?” “He disappeared. That good‑for‑nothing did not prepare breakfast, and he did not bring the car over,” Izzy said through clenched teeth. Carter laughed as he walked over and pulled her into his arms. “I thought it was something serious. Lapdogs like him need to make a fuss once in a while to remind you they exist.” Eugene joined them. “Carter is right. Did you check your social media? I just saw someone post that they saw a man who looked like your husband shopping at a Patek Philippe store. Apparently, he bought a watch worth thousands.” “He bought a watch?” Izzy looked surprised. “Yes. Think about it. What else can he do if he leaves you? He probably bought it as an apology, but he is too embarrassed to admit it after what happened yesterday.” Izzy looked pleased and even smiled. “At least he knows what is good for him. I knew he would be left with nothing if he left me. He would not dare do anything drastic.” She picked up her phone and sent me a message: [I will not hold last night against you because of the watch you bought. I will give it to the executive of White Mount Investments later. Stop your pitiful act and get over here with the car. I do not want to be late for the bell ringing.] The message did not deliver. Chapter 4 Izzy started cursing in anger. “How dare he block my number?” Carter held her down quickly. “Calm down. It is only the lapdog feeling hurt and humiliated. He is trying to make you give in to him. He is probably hiding at the event venue with the watch right now, waiting for you to forgive him. We should head over there.” Izzy thought about it and decided it made sense. “Fine. I will let him continue his act a little longer. I will make sure he regrets this when we get there.” That evening, luxurious cars filled the entrance of Capital Hotel, the venue for the bell‑ringing event of Sockman Enterprise. Izzy arrived in a haute couture gown with Carter and Eugene linked at her arms, making a grand entrance. When they reached the hall entrance, two burly security guards stopped them. “Please show us your invitations.” The smile on Izzy’s face froze. “I am the CEO of Sockman Enterprise. Why would I need an invitation for my own event?” The security guards remained expressionless and did not move aside. “I am sorry, but the CEO of Sockman Enterprise has already arrived. This event is not open to the public.” All three of them were stunned. “The CEO of Sockman Enterprise has arrived? Izzy is right here. Who else could be the CEO?” Izzy sneered as Eugene frowned. “It does not matter who the CEO is. She will pay the price for posing as me. She will never find a place in this city.” Izzy was about to barge in when a black Rolls‑Royce stopped at the end of the red carpet. I stepped out of the car in a black suit. The Patek Philippe watch on my wrist sparkled under the lights. Izzy’s eyes lit up when she saw me, but her expression shifted to anger. She rushed toward me and pointed at the watch while yelling, “Did I not tell you that watch is for the executive of White Mount Investments? Who told you that you could put it on? You are not good enough for that watch. Take it off right now. The executive might not want it anymore if he knew you dirtied it. Can you afford the consequences?” Carter and Eugene walked up behind her with mocking expressions. “The bell‑ringing is about to start, Shawn. What is with this outfit when you are not the one standing beside Izzy? Give her the watch and take us inside, and we will forget what happened last night.” They had been in a hotel room with my wife, yet they spoke as if I had wronged them. It was ridiculous. Izzy used the same patronizing tone. “This is your last chance, Shawn. Go over there and replace those dumb security guards, and I will forgive you for blocking my number.” I tugged my sleeves with an amused look. “Forgive me? Are you still asleep, Izzy?” “What do you mean? You…” The doors to the venue opened slowly, and a cold, authoritative female voice came from inside. “I am the CEO of Sockman Enterprise. You have no right to forgive anything Mr. Colter does.” Izzy turned around at once. She saw Leia in a flowing silver gown, walking out with high‑level executives surrounding her. Her exquisite makeup and confident posture made her look nothing like her usual timid self. Izzy stared in shock as her eyes widened. “Leia Jameson? What nonsense are you talking about? If you are the CEO, then who am I?”