I Funded His Company And He Funded His Affair With My Money – I was out getting a drink at Starbucks and accidentally paid with my husband’s card. Before I even left the shop, police officers pinned me to the floor, saying I was suspected of embezzlement. In my panic, my husband’s new secretary Nevaeh Mae called. “Mrs. Robinson, I was the one who called the police! Do you have any idea that every penny you spend is Mr. Robinson’s hard-earned money?” “Mr. Robinson works himself to the bone. You can’t be this greedy with his money! Starting today, I’ll control all your spending. Every purchase you make has to be submitted to me for approval. Only after I give the green light can you spend the money.” “Also, you only have a 500-dollar monthly spending limit. You’ve already spent 499 today, so you are not allowed to spend any more money this month!” Listening to her self-important, smug tone as she laid down the law, I couldn’t help but laugh. The girl had only been at the company for a month.
My husband had always been civil to her, and she twisted that into a license to insert herself into everything, behaving like she was his chief overseer. She didn’t know, though, that the company was mine, that every last cent in my husband’s account was mine, and that her salary came from me as well. And the so-called “Mr. Robinson” she spoke of so reverently was just a man who had married up and moved into my house. Who did she think she was to manage my money? *** When the officers heard what Nevaeh said over the phone and saw the transaction notification on my phone, a linked family payment charge of just three fifty-two after using a coupon, their faces darkened. They offered me a sincere apology and said they would definitely report to my husband’s company that one of their employees had filed a false police report.
But I was leaning against the counter, my face pale with pain and discomfort. “My belly hurts so badly… I think I might be going into labor. Could you please take me to the hospital?” Panicked, they rushed me into a car and drove straight to the hospital. Once we arrived at the hospital, I needed to pay for registration. Gritting through the pain, I handed over several bank cards from my wallet. Moments later, the nurse returned with my cards. “Ms. Spencer, there’s no money in your accounts.” A chill ran through my entire body. “How is that possible? There’s at least tens of millions in these cards! How could there be nothing left?” I suddenly remembered Nevaeh’s words and realized she must have transferred all the money out of my accounts. I quickly called my husband Hayden Robinson.
The phone rang a few times and was answered. “Honey, I…” But to my surprise, the voice on the other end was Nevaeh’s, and she sounded annoyed. “Mrs. Robinson, are you ever going to stop? All I did was put a limit on your spending. Do you really have to rush to tattle like this?” “I’m telling you, it won’t do you any good anyway. Mr. Robinson authorized me to do this.” I forced myself to stay calm despite the pain. I didn’t have the energy to bicker with her, so I got straight to the point. “I’m at the hospital now. I need money. Give my money back! Or put my husband on the phone right now! I need to speak to him!” The girl’s haughty voice came through the line. “Mr. Robinson is busy right now. He has no time for your trivial matters. He’s left everything to me.” “You need money? Fine, just do as I told you! Submit a request through the office workflow system, and I’ll send you the money once I approve it!” “By the way, you only have one dollar left in your limit this month.
Don’t ask for more than you’re allowed!” The pain in my abdomen was unbearable, my face pale. I finally snapped and shouted, “I told you! I’m at the hospital right now! I’m about to give birth! I need to pay the fees!” “I’m not using Hayden’s card. This is my own money! Transfer the funds back to my account immediately, or I’ll charge you with theft!” There was a short silence on the other end, then the line went dead with a click. Nevaeh then texted me: [Mrs. Robinson, isn’t your money all given to you by Mr. Robinson? You can’t threaten me just because you’re Mrs. Robinson.] [I’ve frozen all your accounts and told everyone not to lend you money. I’ll unlock them only when you apologize to me and promise never to waste Mr. Robinson’s money again.] Reading the messages, my blood boiled, and I finally blacked out.
Before I lost consciousness, I dialed the company lawyer. I gave the order: fire Nevaeh immediately, suspend Hayden from his position as CEO, and have Hayden report to the hospital right away. A mere secretary would never dare to bully a CEO’s wife so brazenly unless someone was backing her. But I simply could not believe that my husband, who had loved me so deeply, would really betray me for a young secretary who had only been on the job for a month.