From Doormat to Tycoon: The Rise of the Useless Husband

"You disgust me."

Damon glared at the woman standing before him—his wife, Serena, his voice cold. 

Across from him, Serena crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. "Lower your voice, Damon," she said, sounding annoyed rather than guilty. "There's no need for this drama."

"No need?" Damon's voice was sharp with disbelief. "I just caught my wife cheating, and you expect me to stay calm?" He stepped closer, his eyes burning into hers. "How long, Serena? How long have you been making a fool out of me?"

Just moments ago, Damon had received photos from his subordinate, Anthony. Pictures of Serena and another man entering a hotel room—intimate, undeniable proof of her betrayal. He had trusted her completely, never once imagining he'd see her like that with another man.

But now, she wasn't even denying it.

Serena sighed, as if bored with the conversation already. "Does it even matter? We were bound to end anyway, Damon. I was just waiting for the right moment."

"The right moment?" His anger turned ice-cold. "You were waiting for the right moment to betray me?"

Serena let out a short laugh and shook her head. "Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not betrayal. It’s just… moving on."

Damon stared at her, his fury twisting into something more painful. "Moving on? Is that what you call sleeping with another man behind my back?"

Serena rolled her eyes. "I won’t apologize for doing what’s best for me. You and I both know this marriage has been pointless for a long time." She lifted her chin, her voice unwavering. "I want a divorce, Damon."

For a moment, everything went silent. The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Damon took a slow breath, trying to control the storm raging inside him. "So that’s it? You’re throwing me away like I meant nothing?"

Serena smirked slightly. "You already are nothing, Damon." She tilted her head, her gaze sharp. "Be honest with yourself. What have you really done for me all these years? Your existence has been nothing but a burden."

Damon’s hands trembled—not from weakness, but from the sheer force of the betrayal cutting through him. "A burden?" His voice was dangerously quiet. "Serena, I’ve done everything for you."

She scoffed. "Oh, please. Don’t act like you’ve been some great husband. My success? That was my doing, not yours. You had nothing to do with it."

Damon let out a bitter laugh. "Nothing to do with it?"

Serena sighed, clearly impatient. "Look, Damon. I’m with someone else now. Someone who can actually take me to the top."

His stomach twisted, but he forced himself to stay composed. "Michael, right?" He said bitterly. Michael was the man in the photos—the one Serena had betrayed him with.

Her smirk widened. "Smart man."

Damon clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms. "You really think he's the reason you just landed that partnership with Vespera Corporation?"

Serena shrugged. "Of course. Who else could have made it happen? Michael has connections with the biggest names in the industry. Thanks to him, Vespera Corporation agreed to the deal. With this contract, my company will rise to the top, and nothing will stop me."

He stared at her, unreadable. Then, a dark chuckle slipped past his lips. “You really believe that?”

Her brows drew together. “What are you getting at?”

Damon stepped forward, his voice dropping to a cold murmur. “Have you ever bothered to ask who the chairman of Vespera Corporation is?”

She blinked, hesitating. Then scoffed. “What does that matter?”

A cruel smile tugged at his mouth. “Everything.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me it’s you. Save me the fantasy, Damon. You’ve always been a nobody. Don’t embarrass yourself!”

“Is that what you think?” he murmured, his voice almost amused.

In truth, he was the chairman of Vespera Corporation. Every major deal Serena thought Michael had secured for her—those so-called connections—had actually come through him.

He had once planned to tell her everything after this deal was made.

But now? There was no longer any reason to.

“Enough!” she snapped, yanking a stack of documents from her bag and tossing them at him. “I’m done with your games. Sign the divorce and get out of my life.”

Damon looked down at the papers, his chest tight with betrayal. Then slowly, he picked up a pen.

“As you wish.”

Without hesitation, he signed, then tossed the documents back onto the table.

And without another word, he turned and walked out, the door clicking softly behind him.

As he stepped outside, a line of luxury cars was parked at the entrance. A group of bodyguards in black suits stood waiting for him.

"Good evening, Boss!" they greeted in unison, bowing respectfully.