My Husband Chose an Intern, So I Bought His Company

I kicked Julian’s kept girl out of NovaTech’s headquarters myself. When Julian found out, he was absolutely furious. To show off, he immediately took his little mistress on an overseas vacation. "Next month is her birthday. I promised her I'd give her a real title." "Sienna, we've been together for five years. You've been throwing tantrums for four of them. Enough is enough." I looked at the intimate photo of them on a private island that had just popped up on my phone. My heart sank to rock bottom. "A divorce? In your dreams!" He wanted a thriving career and a hot mistress on the side. Did he really think life was that easy? I hung up the phone. With a cold smile, I used my founder’s admin credentials to change NovaTech's official homepage. I replaced our company banner with a massive, eye-catching headline: "Happy 4th Anniversary to our CTO, Julian Vance, and our lovely intern, Chloe Bennett!" Julian and I had been married for five years. And he had been sleeping with his "true love," Chloe, for four of them. The irony was unbearable. Once, we were the most famous tech couple on campus. We built our empire from a garage, and everyone envied us. But just a year after NovaTech went public, Julian lost his mind. He cheated on me with an intern who was seven years younger than him. When I first found out, I didn't cry or scream. I simply used my power as a board member to fire her for "poor performance." When Julian heard the news, he rushed over from a board meeting. Wearing a custom-tailored suit, he stood by her empty cubicle. His first glance wasn't even at Chloe, who was packed up and crying her eyes out. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a complicated darkness. "Sienna, don't do this." Do this? What exactly did I do? I just wanted to live a quiet, normal life with my husband. He was the one who cheated, yet he had the nerve to tell me not to "do this"? "That night, I stayed up working on a critical server bug. I almost passed out from severe stomach spasms. When you called, you didn't ask how I was. You only asked about project risks and how it would affect our stock price..." "But Chloe saw me. She quietly made me a warm cup of milk and stayed by my side all night." The tenderness in Julian's eyes was something I had never seen before. "In all these years, she was the first person who actually cared about me staying up late." I knew Julian hadn't had it easy. The endless nights of coding and debugging were brutal. He had practically risked his life to get us where we were. But I found his excuse pathetic. He was bought over by a cheap cup of instant milk? What about the nights we starved, sharing a single bagel while drafting our business plan? What about the times I drank myself to sleep at networking dinners just to secure funding for him? Did all of my sacrifices mean less than a cheap gesture of "warm milk"?By the time Julian returned from his tropical paradise with his trophy mistress, our stock price had already tanked. The homepage scandal had triggered massive pre-market panic. He stared at me in utter disbelief. Then, he barked orders at his assistant to contact the tech department and take down the banner immediately. He walked over to Chloe, who was sobbing like a wounded puppy, shielding her behind his back. His voice was cold as ice. "Sienna, did I not warn you? Do not cross the line with this company." Oh, he warned me. Plenty of times. Every time I used my business connections to blacklist Chloe and run her out of the industry, he would warn me just like this. I met his icy glare with a cold laugh. "You'd better play dirty this time, Julian. Kick me off the board." I lifted my chin and pointed at the NovaTech logo. "Because otherwise, every time you hire her, I will ruin her. I won't just ruin her job; I'll make sure every headhunter in Silicon Valley knows that Miss Chloe Bennett’s best skill isn't making PPTs—it's being the boss's 'personal therapist'!" "Let's see which tech firm dares to hire a home-wrecker who sleeps her way to the top!" Behind him, Chloe trembled violently. Her quiet whimpers turned into dramatic, heartbroken sobs. "Sienna! Do you have to be so vile?!" Julian roared. "I was the one who pursued her. It has nothing to do with her. If you're mad, take it out on me!" I froze. I let his words sink in. Then, a laugh escaped my lips. I laughed so hard my eyes began to sting. "Fine. On you it is!" Before Chloe could even gasp, I lunged forward. *SLAP!* The slap echoed sharply through the room. I hit Julian across the face with everything I had. His handsome face was whipped to the side. He stood frozen for a long time. He looked completely stunned. And why wouldn't he be? Ever since NovaTech went public and he became the golden boy of the tech world, nobody had dared to raise a finger against him. It took him a full minute to find his voice. His face turned livid, and his words were spat out through gritted teeth. "It seems I need to show you what it really means to leave this marriage penniless." I watched him whip out his phone. He immediately called his personal lawyer and ordered him to draft a brutal asset liquidation agreement. My voice shook, but I kept my chin high, staring him down. "You'd better pray you can leave me with nothing!" "Oh, don't worry." He locked his phone, his eyes dead and cold as they swept over my face. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for."In the end, it was my best friend and business partner, Harper Sterling, who dragged me out of that chaotic mess. "What did you do? This is the first time he's actually playing dirty. He's even pulling out the prenuptial clauses," Harper asked worriedly as she drove. I looked out the window and smiled faintly. "I guess his little mistress is getting impatient. She wants to be the official Mrs. Vance." Harper fell silent for a moment before offering some weak comfort. "Men are always like this when they want something shiny and new. It’ll pass." I curled my lip. "It’s been four years, Harper. Who are you trying to fool?" Harper sighed. She told me she had set up a dinner with some big-league investors and wanted me to tag along to clear my head. "Julian will be there too. Use this chance to talk to him." "I'm not in the mood," I replied. Her voice turned grave. "Sienna, stop being stubborn. Julian controls all the core technology of NovaTech now. If you two go to war, what backup plan do you even have?" I went cold. Harper still ended up bringing me to the private VIP lounge. As we walked up to the suite, the door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, I heard Julian’s voice, along with the voices of his wealthy tech-bro friends. "Julian, are you serious this time? You're divorcing Sienna for an intern?" "Sienna has been making a scene for four years. Honestly, she's exhausting." After a brief silence, someone finally spoke up for me. "Come on, Julian. Sienna put her entire inheritance into your startup back in the day. Doing this to her seems a bit cold-hearted, don't you think?" Julian leaned back on the leather sofa, his voice dripping with exhaustion. "If I didn't care about our history, I would have destroyed her already." "But bro, do you really love this Chloe girl that much?" the first guy asked again. "You and Sienna went through hell together. You're just throwing that all away?" "It's not that..." Julian opened his eyes and poured himself another glass of bourbon. "Sienna is strong. Too strong." The friend looked confused. "And that's a reason to cheat? Julian, I don't get your logic." "It's different!" Julian's voice suddenly turned irritated. "She can suggest a better algorithm the second my code glitches. She can draft the perfect pitch deck when I'm stressed about fundraising. Even when we play video games, her rank is higher than mine..." He paused, taking a heavy breath. "She's too brilliant. She always makes me feel like she's not my wife, but my business partner. Like a mirror constantly pushing me to do better." "I want love, not a second business partner. Do you guys get it?" He downed his drink in one gulp. "Chloe is different. She looks at me with pure admiration. She gets worried when I face a problem, and she jumps with joy when I close a deal. With her, I actually feel like a man. I feel needed." I stood frozen in the hallway, my blood running cold. So... this was why I lost. I lost because I was too strong. I lost because I didn't massage his fragile male ego. What a pathetic, laughable excuse. I took a deep breath and turned to leave. But Julian's final words made me halt. "Let's drop it. You guys should help me convince her to sign the papers. We just need to let each other go."Chloe still returned to the company—this time with the flashy title of "Special Assistant." It was Julian's birthday gift to her. He was making sure I couldn't touch her again. To ensure his little mistress had a smooth first day back, Julian did something unforgivable. He deactivated my building keycard and revoked all my admin access to the company's financial accounts. Was he really that terrified of me ruining his parade? I stared at the "Access Denied" notification on my Snapchat. I let out a soft laugh. Then, I turned around and drove home. Since I couldn't get in, I might as well get some sleep. Around dusk, the front door was violently unlocked. Julian stormed in, looking absolutely livid. He dragged me off the sofa by my arm. "Sienna! Do you think I won't ruin you?!" He squeezed my wrist so hard it bruised. I couldn't shake him off. I frowned. "What are you raving about now?" With a harsh laugh, he threw me back onto the couch and slammed an iPad onto my lap. "Are you happy now?!" I rubbed my sore wrist and picked up the tablet. On the screen was the day’s hottest financial headline: *NovaTech Scandal! CTO Julian Vance Accused of Embezzling Corporate Funds to Buy Luxury Condo for Mistress! Huge Financial Loopholes Exposed!* The article featured crystal-clear photos of the real estate deed and bank transfer records. Even though the critical personal information was partially redacted, the name "Chloe Bennett" and the transfer origin—NovaTech's emergency reserve account—were glaringly obvious. As a publicly traded tech company, NovaTech's biggest nightmare was a financial scandal. Julian had crossed a legal line by using company funds to buy Chloe a multi-million-dollar penthouse. Now, the market was in a panic, and the SEC was already knocking on our door. No wonder he was throwing a tantrum. I put down the iPad and met his furious glare calmly. "What does this have to do with me?" Julian ripped off his tie in frustration. "Only three people could access those core financial records: me, the CFO, and you! If you didn't leak it, who did?!" Only me. My eyes widened in genuine shock. It took me a long time to find my voice. "If you're referring to the co-founder who held supreme administrative access, then no, Julian. It wasn't me." "Because you personally revoked all my access this morning, remember?" This time, Julian went completely rigid.