“And Sarah,” I said, finding her in the crowd. “I believe you are currently driving a company-leased vehicle listed under David’s perks package? Security will be collecting the keys at the valet stand. You can take an Uber home.”
“This is insane!” David screamed, finding his voice. He lunged toward the stage, his face purple with rage. “She’s lying! She’s a housewife! She’s crazy!”
I signaled to the security team—large men in dark suits whom I had personally briefed earlier that week.
“Escort the trespassers out,” I commanded. “And if they resist, call the police.”
Two guards grabbed David by the arms. He struggled, shouting obscenities, destroying whatever shred of dignity he had left. Another guard approached Sarah, who was clutching her purse, looking terrified.
“Maya!” David yelled as they dragged him backward. “You can’t do this! I’m your husband! I own you!”
“You own nothing,” I said into the mic. “Not this job. Not this company. And certainly not me.”
Part 5: The Parking Lot Aftermath
I didn’t stay for the rest of the Gala. I didn’t want the applause or the sycophants trying to curry favor. I wanted air.
I walked out the side exit, flanked by two security guards.
In the parking lot, the drama was still unfolding. David and Sarah were standing on the curb. David’s tuxedo was rumpled from the struggle. Sarah was crying, mascara running down her face.
When they saw me emerge, David’s demeanor changed instantly. The rage evaporated, replaced by a desperate, pathetic pleading.
He ran toward me, but the guards stepped in front of him.
“Maya! Baby!” David cried, holding his hands up. “Wait! Please! It was a joke! I was just… I was nervous! I didn’t mean it!”
I stopped. I looked at him.
“A joke?” I asked.
“Yes! I love you! I was just trying to… to fit in! You know how these people are! I did it for us! To get the promotion!”
“You did it for you,” I said coldly. “You were ashamed of me. You thought I was beneath you. You thought I was the dirt beneath your shoes.”
“No! Never!”
“And you,” I looked at Sarah. She flinched. “You treated me like garbage for years. You spent my money, mocked my clothes, and tonight, you tried to humiliate me publicly.”
“I… I was drunk,” Sarah sobbed. “I didn’t mean to spill it!”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said.
I reached into my wine-stained clutch and pulled out a white envelope. I had been carrying it for weeks, waiting for the right moment. I hadn’t planned on tonight, but fate has a funny way of accelerating timelines.
I tossed the envelope at David’s feet.
“What is this?” he asked, staring at it.
“Divorce papers,” I said. “And a restraining order. And a notice of eviction. The house is in my name, David. My inheritance bought it. My shell company holds the deed. You have 24 hours to vacate.”
David fell to his knees. The reality was crashing down on him. No job. No car. No house. No wife.
“Maya, please,” he wept. “I have nothing. You can’t leave me with nothing.”
“I’m not leaving you with nothing,” I said, opening the door to the waiting limousine. “I’m leaving you with your pride. That seemed to be the most important thing to you tonight. I hope it keeps you warm.”
I got into the car.
“Maya!” Sarah screamed. “How are we supposed to get home? They took the car keys!”
I rolled down the window halfway.
“I hear the bus runs until midnight,” I said. “Or maybe you can walk. It’ll give you time to think about the price of red wine.”
I rolled the window up.
As the car pulled away, I watched them in the rearview mirror. Two small figures standing under the flickering streetlight, shrinking into the darkness until they were gone.
Part 6: The New Boss
Three Months Later
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