Framed for Leaking Secrets, I Ruined Them Instead

At the company’s annual meeting, my wife’s youthful male assistant suddenly played an audio recording. He accused me of leaking company secrets.

Before I could explain my part, my wife stepped forward and bent one of my fingers backward until it broke.

“Robert! How shameless can you be?” she shouted. “I feed you, I support you, but now you stab me in the back?!”

The company's success today was entirely due to my hard work and dedication. My fingers were my whole-life.

I shoved Beatrice away, protecting my hands and glared at her through the extreme pain.