The Day I Fired My Husband Novel

In my new role as GM , I gutted the division . All of Carter's sycophantic appointments were fired . I streamlined inefficient processes and promoted employees based on merit and hard work , not on who they played golf with . The toxic , stagnant atmosphere was replaced with a culture of ambition and gen- uine collaboration . The results were immediate . Our division's profits soared , exceeding quarterly projections for the first time in two years . We start- ed outperforming some of the legacy divisions in the corporation . My father was more than pleased .

At the next annual shareholders ' meeting , he publicly named me as his sole successor , announ- cing a long - term plan to transition all core business operations into my hands . One of the first people I rehired was David , the IT director Carter had scapegoated over the server incident . I offered him his old job back , with a significant raise and the title of Chief Technology Officer , giving him full autonomy to rebuild his department . The day he walked back into the office , the entire IT department gave him a standing ovation .

As for Carter , unable to pay his massive corporate debt , the court declared him a judgment debtor . His assets were frozen , his credit destroyed . He was legally barred from any form of high - end consumption , unable to even fly on a plane or take a train . I heard his parents eventually book away , where no one knew his on him and sent him enough money to rent a small room in a city a few hundred miles One afternoon , montello tamils window . I saw him . my wa to a meeting with a new partner . As my car waited at a red light , I glanced out the Carter .

He was wearing a cheap , ill - fitting polyester uniform , handing out flyers for some payday loan company on a street corner . He looked gaunt , his eyes hollow and defeated . The vibrant , confident man I had married was gone , replaced by this empty shell . Our eyes met through the tinted glass . He froze, a stack of flimsy flyers fluttering from his numb fingers and scattering in the wind . He saw me , in the back of the car he used to call his . He saw Kevin get out of the passenger side - sharp and professional in a tailored suit - to open my door for me .

He looked at my assistant , then at me . The chasm between our worlds was absolute . He bowed his head in shame and began to silently pick his pathetic flyers up off the dirty sidewalk . I didn't wait . I stepped out of the car and walked into the towering glass building before me , toward my next meeting , my next suc- cess My new life was just beginning .