My Boss’s Wife Accused Me of Being His Mistress, Slapped Me, and Tore My Dress at the Company Gala… Not Knowing I Was the Woman Who Actually Owned the Entire Company
Chapter 1: Humiliated Before Everyone
The slap echoed through the luxurious ballroom like a gunshot.
Conversations stopped instantly.
Crystal chandeliers reflected the stunned expressions of hundreds of executives, investors, and employees attending Harrington Global's annual gala.
Olivia Bennett stumbled backward.
The sting on her cheek was nothing compared to the humiliation burning inside her.
Before she could regain her balance, another hand grabbed her.
Mrs. Victoria Harrington.
Elegant in a crimson designer gown, diamonds glittering around her neck, the CEO's wife clenched the strap of Olivia's sleek black evening dress.
With one violent pull—
RIIIP!
The fabric tore apart.
Olivia gasped as one shoulder and the delicate lace of her bra became exposed.
A collective gasp swept across the ballroom.
Phones appeared almost immediately.
Someone had already started recording.
"You shameless little homewrecker!"
Mrs. Harrington's furious voice thundered through the ballroom microphone that had never been switched off.
"So this is the woman sleeping with my husband!"
She pointed directly at Olivia.
"Everyone, look at her! She seduced the CEO of this company while pretending to be an innocent employee!"
Whispers exploded across the room.
"I knew something was strange..."
"They worked late together all the time..."
"Poor Mrs. Harrington..."
Olivia instinctively crossed her arms over her torn dress.
Her face burned with embarrassment, but her voice remained steady.
"Mrs. Harrington... you've misunderstood everything."
"Misunderstood?"
Victoria laughed bitterly.
"I've seen the messages."
"I've seen the late-night meetings."
"You've been having an affair with my husband for months."
Every eye turned toward Richard Harrington.
The celebrated CEO.
The man admired by everyone inside the company.
He stood only a few feet away.
Pale.
Sweating.
Silent.
Olivia looked directly into his eyes.
"Tell her the truth."
Richard lowered his head.
He didn't say a single word.
That silence hurt more than the slap.
The whispers became louder.
"So it's true..."
"She's finished."
"What a disgrace."
Olivia felt tears gathering, but she refused to let them fall.
"I swear to every person standing here..."
"I have never touched your husband."
Victoria raised her hand again.
"This is for destroying my family!"
Before the second slap could land—
A deep male voice sliced through the room.
"If you touch her one more time..."
"...your husband will lose everything before sunrise."
The ballroom turned toward the entrance.
A tall man walked inside with calm confidence.
Midnight-blue tailored suit.
Perfect posture.
Sharp features.
Piercing gray eyes.
Julian Cross.
Without saying another word, he removed his expensive jacket and carefully placed it around Olivia's shoulders, shielding her from every curious stare.
His movements were gentle.
Protective.
Respectful.
Then he turned toward Victoria.
His expression became ice cold.
"You've just assaulted..."
"...and publicly defamed..."
"...the rightful owner of Harrington Global."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Victoria blinked.
"What... did you say?"
Julian smiled.
Not kindly.
Not warmly.
The smile of a man who already knew the battle had been won.
"My name is Julian Cross."
"And Olivia Bennett isn't your husband's employee."
"She is the majority shareholder."
"The real owner of Harrington Global."
"The woman who has quietly controlled this company for the past three years while your husband accepted every award... every compliment... and every ounce of credit."
Nobody breathed.
Not even Richard.
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Because he knew...
Every word Julian spoke was true.
