Divorcing Mr. Clark: I Bought His Empire Instead of Crying

Chapter 1

My husband Jason Clark sent his pregnant wife to drink with a client just to keep the deal happy.

Then he turned around and confessed his feelings to his precious first love, telling her,
she was the real one and I was just a stand-in.

I rested a hand on my belly and let out a cold little laugh. That night I kicked off an acquisition plan and made sure he would one day have to kneel and sign away his shares.

By the time his white-moonlight lover gave birth to a dark-skinned baby and he walked out onto the roof of the twenty-fifth floor with the child in his arms, I was already sitting in a boardroom as the new CEO of Shaw Group, signing the very merger contract he had been dreaming about for years.

The phone connected in just a few seconds.

“Boss, you finally made up your mind?”

I answered softly, then told him what I needed done.

Barely a minute later, Brown, who was standing next to Jason, took a call and hurried out of the room.

Jason asked in a rush, “Brown, is something urgent?”

Brown did not even look back. His round face was tight with anxiety, and a thin sheen of sweat had already broken out on his forehead.

The Brown he talked about was actually a subordinate of one of my subordinates.

Not long ago the project he was in charge of had “issues” and was under internal review.

I smoothed a hand over my swollen belly. It felt like a rock was lodged under my ribs.

I had wanted to share the good news with Jason, tell him I was pregnant with our second child. Now all I felt was a chill running down my spine.

I headed for the restroom and bumped into a woman.

We stared at each other, both stunned by how similar we looked.

She walked out to the hallway and called a friend. Every word drifted clearly into the restroom.

“I’m telling you, I think I just ran into the stand-in Jason hired. She looks almost exactly like me in real life.”

“But a stand-in is still a stand-in. Jason said once I came back she’d have to step aside. And my belly can’t wait much longer.”

I tried to calm myself, but my thoughts were a tangled mess.

That was when Jason called. “Babe, are you almost here?”

I kept my voice as even as I could. “Are you done over there yet?”

He mumbled that he needed another thirty minutes,

but I could clearly hear the girl from the restroom right beside him, her voice soft and syrupy as she acted cute.

I went back to the car and waited.

Forty minutes later he finally stumbled out, leaning on his assistant, drunk out of his mind.

He rested his head in my lap, held my hand tightly, kept calling me “baby” and saying how good I was to him.

Right then my phone buzzed. It was a friend request.

The avatar looked exactly like me and matched Jason’s in a cute couple profile.

I accepted. A video popped up immediately.

In the video Jason’s pants were halfway down around his ankles.

“Hey, stand-in sister, look how much Jason loves me,” the girl’s voice drawled. “He’s told me a hundred times you’re like a dead fish in bed. You don’t do anything for him.”

My stomach lurched. I did not know if it was the pregnancy or if I was just sickened by the two of them.

A dense, needling pain spread through my chest.

I looked down at Jason sleeping on my lap.

The lipstick on his collar and the perfume clinging to him under the heavy smell of alcohol were all telling me the same thing. He had just been wrapped up with another woman.

I could not believe this was the man I had loved with my whole heart for seven years. A wave of cold washed through me.

His assistant helped him upstairs.

As soon as the door opened, our son Ethan threw himself into his arms.

He shot me a quick glance and said with open disgust, “Mom, why did you let Dad drink so much again? It’s your fault. You’re useless. If you could help him out more, he wouldn’t have to work this hard.”

Jason pretended to scold him. “Dad isn’t tired. This is what I’m supposed to do. Don’t talk to your mom like that again, okay?”

Ethan rolled his eyes at me. “So she’s useless and we’re not even allowed to say it. That’s hilarious.”

Anger burned up in my chest so fast I almost lost control.

I kept telling myself over and over to stay calm.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and felt completely defeated.

My friend Emma sent me a message:
[Heard about today. You really think it’s worth falling out with your family and pretending to be broke all these years for a guy like that?]

Worth it?

I pressed my fingers to the face in the mirror, but no matter how I wiped, the tears on my cheeks would not go away.

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