I Played the King’s Game Then I Divorced Him Chapter 05

I Played the King’s Game Then I Divorced Him Chapter 05

It was my office, the angle facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the video, Jade was pinning him against the desk. His suit jacket was tossed aside, his shirt unbuttoned, and she was burying her face in his neck.

The timestamp showed this year’s Valentine’s Day-the night he said he was having dinner with a

client.

“Turn it off!” Sean roared, lunging for the projector and tripping over his own feet on the carpet.

“This is a fake! Claire, you’re playing dirty!”

I stepped aside to avoid him and turned the volume to the max.

Jade’s voice came through the speakers, breathless and sultry:

“…Once we get her shares, we’re going to the Maldives…”

“Enough!” The Chairman slammed his hand on the table.

I hit pause. The room fell into a deathly silence.

Sean collapsed into his chair, his face white, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Jade tried to slip out the side door but was blocked by security.

“The original file of this video,” I took a USB drive from my pocket and placed it gently on the table.

“Has already been submitted to the White-Collar Crime Division. As for the offshore transfers—”I

turned to Sean.

“The sender is your cousin, isn’t he? You helped him with his immigration last year. You opened that account yourself. Do I need to pull the surveillance footage from when you opened it?”

His lips trembled, but no sound came out.

“And there’s more.” I opened a second folder.

“Jade Jenkins, the last CTO of StellarTech before it was acquired three years ago. She was banned from the industry for commercial espionage. Sean, when you recommended her to the company,

did you know about her background?”

Jade’s face looked even worse than Sean’s.

She likely hadn’t expected me to investigate her even more thoroughly than my own husband.

The doors to the meeting room suddenly opened, and two uniformed officers walked in.

I knew the lead officer-he was Maya’s cousin, a Deputy Chief in the financial crimes unit.

“Ms. Sterling,” he said professionally, showing his badge.

“Regarding the case of Sean Thompson and Jade Jenkins suspected of corporate embezzlement and commercial espionage, we need your cooperation to provide some materials.”

“Of course,” I nodded.

“I’ve organized all the evidence, including their complete plan to frame me.”

Sean finally found his voice. He grabbed my wrist, his fingers digging into my skin:

“Claire, let’s talk. Just the two of us…”

I looked down at that hand.

Three years ago at the courthouse, he had held me the same way, saying “I’ll treat you right for the rest of my life.”

The same wedding ring was now digging into my palm like an old scar.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I pulled my hand back.

“You set the rules for the game. I’m just playing it to the very end.”

As he was led away, his shoes made heavy, messy thuds in the hallway.

I remained in the room, facing the complex gazes of everyone there, and flipped the quarterly report to the last page.

“Now,” I said, “we can begin the actual meeting.”

After the meeting adjourned, I spent ten minutes vomiting in the restroom.

It wasn’t because of the victory; it was because of a delayed, dull ache.

The chat logs, the videos, the meticulously designed betrayal-it was like a blunt knife repeatedly carving into my chest.