A Receipt Revealed His Double Life

Juliette stood beside Caleb in a champagne-colored gown. She linked her arm through his, carrying herself like the rightful wife.

"Congratulations, Mr. Whitman!"

"Mr. and Mrs. Whitman are truly a perfect match!"

"I heard that Mrs. Whitman is pregnant. That's really two happy events at once!"

"Mrs. Whitman, what a wonderful couple you and Mr. Whitman make. You're young, beautiful, and expecting a baby."

Those compliments made Juliette's face light up with delight.

I stood at the back of the crowd, watching the farce unfold with complete detachment. I stood quietly in the corner for a long while before Caleb finally stepped onto the stage to give his speech.

"Thank you all for being here. Today means a great deal to me. This is not only a milestone in my career but also a new beginning in my life."

He looked at Juliette with deep affection and said, "I want to thank my beautiful wife for always supporting me and for giving me a child. You've given me even more motivation to keep going."

Thunderous applause erupted, followed by waves of congratulations.

At that moment, I slowly stepped out of the crowd and stood below the stage, smiling as I looked at Caleb. "Is that so? Somehow, I don't remember us ever getting divorced."

The ballroom fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared at me in shock, then they turned their gaze toward Caleb on the stage.

Caleb's face went pale in an instant. "Darling, how could you—"

Juliette reacted quickly, immediately putting on a pitiful expression and walking toward me.

"Chloe, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I know that you can't bear to part with Cal, and even less with his money," she said.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was choked with emotion. "If it's money you want, I can give you everything I have, as long as you let us be together."

I looked at her coldly. "What are you talking about? I'm Caleb's legitimate wife. Why should I let you have him?"

"Chloe, aren't you just dragging out the divorce for the assets?"

Juliette stepped forward and raised her voice so that everyone could hear her. "I can give up everything as long as I can be with Cal. I'm seven months pregnant. Please have some mercy—"

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned backward, falling as if someone had pushed her.

"Jules!" Caleb shouted.

He rushed off the stage, caught Juliette, then turned and slapped me across the face.

The sharp slap echoed through the ballroom. My face immediately swelled up, and blood seeped from the corner of my mouth.

"That's enough!" Caleb snapped.

Caleb shielded Juliette behind him. His gaze was icy. "Why did you have to bring our private matters into my company? Today's my inauguration. Are you deliberately trying to destroy me?"

He took a deep breath. "Since you're being so unreasonable, we'll settle this in court. I'm filing for divorce!"

The entire room remained silent as everyone watched the drama unfold.

I wiped the blood from my lips and slowly clapped my hands. "Very well. Then let's show everyone exactly why you want this divorce, Mr. Whitman."

As soon as I finished speaking, the large screen in the ballroom lit up. It showed intimate footage of Caleb and Juliette inside the car.

"Babe, that 60-million-dollar contract from the company should keep you set for a while, shouldn't it?" Caleb said.

"Cal, you are the best! But I also want that importer deal," Juliette replied.

"You greedy little kitten. That's an eight-figure deal."

"I don't care. You're the vice president, and soon you'll be CEO. You should have that kind of authority, right?"

"Alright, I'll do whatever you want. After all, you're carrying my child."

The screen cut to a series of reimbursement forms and contracts, one after another.

The audience erupted into chaos.

"Oh my God, isn't this embezzlement?"

"No wonder a small influencer like Juliette could afford so many luxury items."

"Was Caleb using the company as his personal ATM?"

Just then, an authoritative voice rang out. "Caleb!"

I turned toward the sound and saw Jensen Cross, the chairman and true power behind the company. He came downstairs with an ashen face. His entire body was trembling. "You'd better explain this to me. What exactly is going on?"