My Husband Told Me to Stay Home—So I Took His Spotlight Instead
Ryan always had an excuse. “It’s just a boring work event,” he’d say. “You deserve a break, babe.” I believed him—until I met his CEO, Evelyn, and she mistook me for his sister.
“He speaks so highly of you and your nephews.”
My nephews?
“Ryan isn’t my brother,” I said, pulling up a photo of our wedding. “He’s my husband. And those are our children.”
Evelyn’s face paled. “He told us he was single.”
That was the moment everything changed.
The Betrayal Behind His Success
I had built Ryan’s career—writing reports, designing campaigns, preparing presentations. Yet, he erased me.
I spent the night digging through every email, every project, every stolen idea. By morning, I had proof.
I slid the files across Evelyn’s desk. “This is all mine.”
She flipped through them, her eyes narrowing. “He passed this off as his work?”
I nodded.
She smiled. “Let’s make things right. Be our special guest at the gala.”
Stealing Back the Spotlight
The night of the prestigious gala, Ryan stood on stage, prepared to present his career-defining project.
The screen behind him flickered.
Instead of his polished presentation, our wedding photos appeared. Pictures of our children. Our family.
Ryan’s face turned pale. “This is a joke—my sister loves pranks.”
Evelyn stepped forward. “No joke. Just an introduction to our newest hire—a highly qualified marketer.”
She turned to the audience.
“Please welcome Destiny. She is Ryan’s wife.”
I stepped beside her. “Ryan, anything you want to say?”
Silence. His jaw clenched. His eyes darted around the room. Then, instead of an apology, he scoffed.
“What are you trying to achieve?”
I smiled. “The truth.”
And for the first time, I saw fear in his eyes.
Without a word, Ryan walked away.
By morning, so was his job.
And in his place? Me.
Evelyn slid a contract across the desk. “Welcome to the team, Destiny. You’ve earned it.”
I signed, exhaling. I finally had.