From Doormat to Tycoon: The Rise of the Useless Husband

Chapter 7

Serena laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“There you go again, lying.”

Damon’s smile was icy, his tone mocking. “Believe what you want.”

Michael took a step back before bursting into loud, mocking laughter. “Damon, are you serious? This has to be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard! You’re the guest they’re entertaining? The CEO of Vespera Corporation and Simon Scott, the big shots, are actually giving attention to someone like you? Someone worthless and poor?”

The crowd surrounding them chuckled, some whispering to each other while others openly laughed. It was like they were watching a comedy show, and Damon was the main act.

Michael crossed his arms. “You think just walking in here with confidence makes you important? Come on. You probably tricked your way in—still chasing after Serena, trying to impress her with that smug face.”

Serena scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “He always does this. Acts like he’s important, and talks big, but deep down, he’s nothing. A nobody. It’s pathetic.”

The laughter around them grew louder.

Damon, however, remained calm. His face showed no emotion. These people were beneath him, not worth his time.

“Believe whatever you want,” he said coolly.

Serena rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. But suddenly, something clicked in her mind—a memory that she hadn’t thought of, until now since she got here.

The ring.

Her expression darkened in an instant. She turned to Damon, her eyes flashing with fury.

“Speaking of pathetic, “Serena sneered, "Michael, do you know what I found when I was cleaning up this his things?" She spat,her eyes narrowing dangerously.” He’s a cheating bastard.”

Damon blinked, confused. “What?”

Serena took an angry step close, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Don’t play dumb! The ring I saw in your luggage! It’s exactly the same as my friend’s! You’ve been having an affair with her behind my back, haven’t you?”

“That ring? It’s not yours?”

Damon’s eyes widened. His stomach twisted. 

He knew exactly which one she was talking about.

It's the other ring from the pair he gave to that girl who saved him.

He kept it in his luggage at her house and had held onto it for so many years.

The only reason he had been so sure that Serena was the girl from back then… was because of that ring.

But now she was saying it wasn’t hers? 

Damon’s breath caught. His mind started racing. If Serena never owned that ring, then—

Before he could speak, a loud commotion erupted at the entrance of the restaurant.

A beautiful woman was arguing with security. “Please, I just need a few minutes with the CEO of Vespera Corporation. I have to deliver a project proposal!”

The guard blocked her. “No membership, no entry.”

Serena turned toward the voice, still seething—until her eyes locked onto the woman.

Her expression darkened into pure rage.

“Celia?” she hissed.

The woman froze. “Serena?”

Serena stormed forward, heels clicking sharply. She looked ready to attack.

“You bitch!” she screamed.

Celia blinked, shocked. “What? What are you—”

“Don’t play innocent!” Serena shouted. “I found proof! You’ve been sleeping with my husband! That’s why you’re here, right? To sneak off with him and screw behind my back!”

Celia’s face went pale. “What? No! Serena, I would never—”

“Liar!” Serena shrieked. “The ring! You have the exact same ring as him! The one I took from your house that day! You didn’t even notice! But now I know the truth—you’ve been sneaking around behind my back this whole time!”

Damon's breathing turned ragged. His entire body locked up.

Serena kept screaming, but her voice was a distant echo in his ears.

The ring was hers.

Celia.

She was the one who saved him...

And suddenly—everything made sense. The unease. The doubts. Serena’s betrayal.

His fists tightened.

He had wasted years on the wrong woman.

And the right one… the only one who mattered…

Was standing right there.

Damon inhaled, sharp and steady. His eyes locked on Celia.