An Intern Threw Coffee On Me, Proclaiming The Ceo Was Her Husband. So I Called Him…

David nodded, his eyes showing complete agreement. “I understand. I’m with you, no matter what happens.”

His simple words were a small flame warming my frozen heart. For 15 years, he had always been there, quiet and constant.

Meanwhile, on Tiffany’s livestream, the comments were flying, but the tide had turned completely.

“Oh my God, who is that lady? She sounds like a boss.”

“Looks like the real wife just showed up. This intern is about to get wrecked.”

“This is gonna be good. Waiting for the CEO.”

Tiffany glanced at the comments, her face growing paler, but she still tried to argue with the air.

“Don’t believe her, guys. She’s just a good actress. Just wait until Mark gets here. He’ll throw her out on the street.”

The sound of an elevator dinging cut through the tension. The doors of the private executive elevator slid open. All eyes turned in that direction.

Mark burst out like a whirlwind, his expensive suit disheveled, his tie askew, his forehead slick with sweat. He was breathing heavily, like he’d just run a marathon, completely stripped of his usual polished demeanor. He saw the chaotic scene, and his eyes darted around frantically.

They landed on Tiffany, who was standing there with a look of wounded pride. He froze for a second, but then his gaze met mine. I was standing with my arms crossed, looking at him as if he were a strange insect. Next to me stood David, regarding him with unconcealed disdain.

Mark knew his reign was over.

Seeing Mark, Tiffany latched onto him like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood. She threw herself at him, shedding all her fake pride, clinging to his arm and whining.

“Honey, you’re here! Look, this crazy bitch and that loser David were bullying me. She threw coffee on me and threatened to fire me. Call security and get them out of here!”

Mark stood frozen, his arm rigid in her grasp. He stared at me, his lips moving but no words coming out. Fear was etched on his face.

He knew better than anyone that the woman before him was not just his wife. She was the Chairwoman, the one who held his fate, his CEO title, and all the wealth he enjoyed in the palm of her hand.

“M-Mark,” I prompted, my lips curling into a smile that made him shudder. “What’s the matter, CEO Thompson? Your beloved is crying for justice. Aren’t you going to do something?”

Tiffany, sensing Mark’s strange hesitation, shook his arm.

“What’s wrong with you? Say something! Everyone is watching. You have to show them who’s in charge.”

Mark turned to look at Tiffany. The look in his eyes was no longer the adoration of a lover, but pure, unadulterated hatred. He realized that this stupid, arrogant girl had just lit the fuse on the bomb that would obliterate his career.

And then it happened.

Smack.

A sharp, explosive sound echoed through the lobby. Mark swung his arm and delivered a sharp slap across Tiffany’s face. The force of the blow sent her staggering backward, tripping and falling hard onto the marble floor.

The phone flew from her hand, skittering across the tile, its live stream still running. Tiffany clutched her cheek, where a red imprint was already forming. She looked up at Mark, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t understand what was happening.

The man who, just last night, had sworn his undying love and promised to buy her a house and a car, was now striking her in front of hundreds of people.

“Shut your mouth!” Mark screamed, his voice cracking with fear and rage. “What the hell are you talking about? Calling yourself my wife? I don’t know you! You’re crazy. Stop spreading these lies!”

The entire lobby gasped. The reversal was shocking, brutal, and utterly pathetic. Mark turned back to me, his aggressive demeanor vanishing instantly, replaced by a groveling, desperate expression. He clasped his hands together, his voice shaking.

“Catherine, honey, please, let me explain. I honestly have no idea who she is. She must be some obsessed fan or some delusional person trying to get attention. Please, you have to believe me. You’re my only wife.”

I watched his pathetic performance with a rising wave of nausea. A man who refused to take responsibility for his actions, who would throw his mistress under the bus without a second thought to save himself.

On the floor, after a moment of shock, Tiffany snapped. The physical pain was nothing compared to the public humiliation. She realized she had been betrayed, discarded like a used toy. Her aggressive nature took over. She shrieked, throwing all caution to the wind.

“Mark Thompson, you dare hit me? You don’t know me? Then who was it in my bed at the Mandarin Oriental last night? Who signed the papers for the condo in Hudson Yards in my name? You’ve been sleeping with me for months, and now that your rich wife is here, you pretend you don’t know me?”

Her accusations were like a bucket of ice water thrown in Mark’s face. All his denials were now meaningless. The phone on the floor was capturing every word, every image, and broadcasting it across the internet.

“You shut up right now!” Mark lunged toward Tiffany to silence her, but David was faster.

He stepped forward, grabbing Mark by the shoulder and pushing him back. The strength of a surgeon who keeps himself in shape easily overpowered a man softened by years of lavish dinners and affairs.

“That’s enough,” David said coldly. “Stop making a fool of yourself. You are disgracing this institution.”

I walked slowly towards Mark. The clicking of my heels on the marble floor sounded like a judge’s gavel. I looked him straight in the eye. All traces of affection were gone.

“You said you don’t know her?” I asked, my voice terrifyingly calm. “Then why does she have keycard access to your office? And why did her bank account receive a two million dollar transfer from your secret offshore account last month?”

Mark’s eyes widened in horror. He never imagined I knew about that—two million dollars, the money he had embezzled from the new MRI machine procurement project. He thought he had hidden it so well through a series of shell corporations.

“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything about that,” Mark stammered, still trying to lie.

Just then, Arthur Vance emerged from the crowd, a thick file in his hands. He walked to my side, bowed his head respectfully, and handed me the folder.

“Madam Chairwoman, here are the complete bank statements, the purchase contract for the condo in Miss Tiffany Jones’s name, and the security footage from the Mandarin Oriental for the past three months. All legally obtained.”

I took the file and threw it at Mark’s feet. The white pages scattered across the floor, exposing the naked truth for all to see.

“Read it,” I commanded. “Read it and see exactly what you’ve been doing behind my back.”

Mark stared at the scattered papers, his face ashen. He knew he was defeated. He trembled and collapsed to his knees, grabbing the hem of my pantsuit.

“Catherine, honey, I was wrong. I made a terrible mistake. Please, for the sake of our 10 years of marriage, forgive me. Just this once. I swear I’ll break up with her. I’ll do anything. I’ll be your slave. Just please forgive me.”

The sight of the hospital CEO on his knees, crying and begging his wife, sent another wave of shock through the lobby.

“Oh my god, so she really is the Chairwoman. The Chairwoman went undercover.”

“This is better than a movie.”

“Serves him right. Cheating. Embezzling. Piece of trash.”

Tiffany sat in a daze in the corner, watching the man who had been her ticket to a lavish life groveling pathetically. She understood that her dream of being a CEO’s wife had shattered into a million pieces. Not only that, she was now facing legal trouble for receiving stolen funds.

I looked down at the man kneeling at my feet without a shred of pity.

“Our 10 years of marriage?” I scoffed. “When you were stealing money meant to save lives to buy your mistress a condo, did you think of our marriage? When you let her insult me and my employees, did you think of our marriage?”

I pulled my leg away from his grasp and turned to face the crowd of employees. In a loud, clear voice, I made my declaration.

“I am Catherine Hayes, Chairwoman of the board for the Apex Medical Group. I am announcing that, effective immediately, Mr. Mark Thompson is officially terminated from his position as CEO for gross ethical violations and suspicion of felony embezzlement. All decisions made by him from this moment forward are null and void.”

My announcement was like a sledgehammer, shattering the last vestiges of Mark Thompson’s dignity. The lobby erupted in a chorus of murmurs that quickly grew into open discussion. I saw looks of triumph in the eyes of the nurses and staff whom Mark had bullied. I saw relief on the faces of the honest doctors.

However, Mark wasn’t ready to surrender. The survival instincts of a cornered rat kicked in. He lifted his tear-streaked face, but his eyes held a familiar, cunning glint. He struggled to his feet, trying to brush the dust from his knees and reclaim some of his former authority.

“Catherine, you can’t do this to me!” Mark shrieked, his voice laced with a false sense of victimhood. “You can’t just use some unverified bank statements to accuse me of embezzlement. That two million dollars was an investment for the new hospital wing project. The paperwork just hasn’t been finalized yet. You’re misunderstanding everything.”

He turned to the crowd, raising his hands as if taking an oath.

“Everyone, listen to me. I am CEO Mark Thompson. I have dedicated the last five years of my life to this hospital. I would never do anything to harm it. This is a conspiracy, a blatant frame-up!”

I watched his clumsy performance in silence. An investment in a new wing? A pathetic excuse he’d concocted on the spot. Did he really think he could fool me and the law by blaming paperwork?

I didn’t need to say a word. Someone else stepped forward from the crowd, armed with a truth sharper than any accusation.

“An investment in the new wing?” David’s calm, steely voice cut through the air.

He walked forward, holding a tablet displaying real-time inventory data. He stood opposite Mark, a head taller, his presence completely overwhelming. He held up the tablet for everyone to see.

“Mr. Thompson, you claim you were investing in a new wing, but our asset management system tells a very different story. Two weeks ago, you signed off on the purchase of 10 top-of-the-line ventilators and a new generation MRI system. This was at the exact time the Chairwoman was in Germany negotiating those very deals. The total contract value was $2 million. How do you explain that?”

Mark sputtered, sweat pouring down his face. “The… the shipment is on its way. There are complications with customs.”

“What do you know about international logistics?” David gave a cold, contemptuous smile. He swiped his finger across the screen, displaying an email.

“I may not be an expert in customs, but I can read. This is a confirmation email from our German supplier, which they sent to me this morning. They confirm they have never received any payment from Apex for this order. And of course, no equipment has left their warehouse.”

Another collective gasp went through the lobby. David’s evidence was irrefutable. He pressed on, his words like a surgeon’s precise cuts, stripping away Mark’s lies.

“You claim the equipment was on its way, yet our warehouse is empty. You used the excuse of needing an urgent down payment to secure the order, embezzled the funds, and transferred them to a shell company. While Miss Jones here was suddenly able to purchase a luxury condo for that exact amount.”

“Did you really think the Chairwoman wouldn’t find out?”

Mark was speechless, stumbling backward, his body trembling. He never imagined David would be so well-informed. He had always seen David as a bookish nerd, obsessed with medicine and surgery, not someone who would be tracking his financial misdeeds.

I looked at David with a new level of admiration. It turned out that while I was away, he had not only excelled at his medical duties but had also been silently protecting my family’s legacy. He had gathered all this evidence, waiting for my return to help me excise the cancer in our organization.