Her Husband Ruined Her Dress at the Corporate Gala — Until She Walked onto the Stage as His New CEO

The ballroom erupted into chaos. Board members immediately backed away from Julian, treating him like toxic radioactive waste. The very executives who had been flattering him five minutes ago turned their backs on him, whispering in disgust at how he and his sister had treated the true owner of the conglomerate.

Panic seized Julian's mind. He shoved past the guests, practically sprinting toward the stage stairs, dropping all his arrogant composure as he fell onto his knees at the bottom of the stage ramp.

"Sarah! Please!" Julian cried out, his voice hoarse and cracking with desperate, pathetic begging. "I'm sorry! I didn't know! It was my sister's fault! She poured the wine! I was just stressed about the announcement!"

His sister gasped in outrage from the crowd. "Julian! How dare you throw me under the bus?!"

"Shut up, Victoria!" Julian screamed back, his face contorted in wild panic as he looked up at Sarah with tears smudging his eyes. "Sarah, baby, listen to me! We're married! What's yours is mine! We're a team! Remember all those nights we worked on the proposals together?!"

"You mean the proposals I wrote while you slept, Julian?" Sarah asked calmly into the microphone, her words striking him like sharp steel blades. "The proposals you put your name on to steal credit from your own wife?"

The crowd gasped again, shaking their heads in utter contempt as the truth of Julian's pathetic career came to light.

"Maxwell," Sarah said, turning her head slightly toward the interim CEO. "Is the executive review finalized?"