From Mrs. to Miss: The CEO’s Betray Novel – When I handed the blueprint to the newcomer, Tessa Wilkinson, the office fell silent for a moment—then a few surprised chuckles rippled through the room. “Ms. Blanchard really is generous. That blueprint took you nearly a year to perfect!” “Ms. Blanchard treats Mr. Meyers’ daughter like family. So kind!” Tessa lifted her chin, trying to appear composed, but her proud gaze gave her away.
Meanwhile, my husband, Jayson Meyers, stood quietly nearby, his lips tight and eyes fixed on me. We had been married for ten years. But to “protect the company’s public image,” he never made our relationship known. We didn’t arrive at work together. I rode the crowded bus every day while he drove solo in his luxury car. He insisted on being called “Mr. Meyers” in the office, maintaining the facade of professionalism. And I accepted it all, supporting him while he built his empire, never asking for recognition. Until yesterday.
My jewelry design took first place in a prestigious competition, winning millions in contracts for the company. That was when he finally agreed to introduce me as his wife at the press conference today. I couldn’t sleep last night. I was so excited I even bought a new suit using half my year’s salary—hoping to stand proudly beside him on that stage. But when the lights came up, the woman by his side wasn’t me. And the little girl holding his hand wasn’t our child.
If it were before, I would’ve stormed off in tears. Now? I simply smiled and said clearly, “Wishing your lovely family a joyful future.” Jayson hesitated, as if wanting to speak, but was cut off by a child’s soft sob. “Jayson,” Tessa said, tugging on his sleeve, “I think Cindy seems a bit overwhelmed……” Without a word, he guided them both offstage—brushing past me and spilling a glass of beverage across my dress in the process. He didn’t even look back. That sting in my thorax? It didn’t feel like sad anymore. Just clarity.
Later that evening, I returned home to soothe the aching in my arm, only to find my living room already occupied. Tessa and Cindy were sitting on the couch, flipping through my design portfolio. The teddy bear my daughter had treasured for years now sat in Cindy’s lap. “Melany! You’re back!” Tessa greeted brightly, as if nothing had happened. “Jayson brought us over. He said we could treat this place like our home!” She held up a design sketch—the one I’d created for my daughter. “This was for your little girl, right? Cindy loves it! Jayson thought it would be okay to show it to her.”” She smiled as if everything belonged to her now.
Before, I would’ve argued. Now, I just walked past her, heading upstairs. But she blocked my way, her voice rising just enough to be heard by someone standing outside the door. “Melany, I know you’re upset about the conference.” I almost laughed. The timing was too perfect. Right on cue, Jayson burst in. He immediately turned to me. “Melany! This is going too far. ” “they were trying to lighten the mood earlier, why take everything so personally?” The acting wasn’t even good, but Jayson believed every word. Once, his siding with her would have bad mood inside me.
Now, it just felt… expected. I picked up the necklace that had fallen to the floor and gently handed it to Tessa. “Thanks for the energy today. It was… enlightening.” Then I pulled up a reservation on my phone. “I’d booked a table at Amber Sky tonight—to celebrate after our announcement. But plans changed. You’re welcome to use the reservation.” Jayson blinked, unsure how to respond. “I’ll pay you back for the dinner,” he offered quietly.
I shook my head. “No need.” For a moment, his voice softened. “Melany, you’re more understanding now. Don’t worry—once everything settles, I’ll take care of you.” But what he didn’t realize was this: When a woman stops arguing, it doesn’t mean she’s giving in. It means she’s done. This time, I would be the one to walk away first.