After My Wife Let Her Male Assistant Take My Spot, I Filed for Divorce. Now She’s Crying About Regrets.

When the company’s funding came through, I wanted to surprise my wife. Instead, I walked in on her and her assistant whispering to each other.

The assistant, half giddy and half nervous, said, “Boss, when you make the big announcement later, how about I joke that I’m your partner instead? Jackson won’t get mad, right?”

My wife smiled indulgently, ruffling his hair like he was a spoiled child. “He wouldn’t dare. And don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re added to his project. Once you’ve gotten enough credit, I’ll promote you to department head.”