Before leaving the house, I opened the laptop that had been hidden at the bottom of the drawer.

The computer was not connected to the Internet.

There was only one folder inside.

A folder I had not touched for three years.

Name:

“Jiang Corporation.”

I stared at those three words for a long time.

Then I smiled.

Everyone thought I was just Jiang Yao.

An ordinary employee.

A woman who depended on her husband’s salary.

A wife who tolerated everything because she had nowhere else to go.

Even Fang Zhe believed that.

He forgot something important.

Before becoming Mrs. Fang…

I was still Jiang Yao.

The person who built the technology company that he worked so hard to enter.

Three years ago, when Fang Zhe said he wanted to prove himself, I gave up my position in my father’s company.

I changed my identity.

I joined his company as an ordinary employee.

I wanted to know if he loved me…

or if he loved the name behind me.

The answer was obvious now.

I spent three years watching.

Watching him flatter executives.

Watching him use my connections.

Watching him slowly climb higher.

And watching him become more and more confident that I was nothing without him.

I opened the encrypted folder.

A series of documents appeared.

Investment records.

Company shares.

Legal agreements.

The last file was a report from yesterday.

“Fang Zhe and Meng Ying relationship investigation.”

I opened it.

Photos.

Messages.

Hotel records.

Financial transfers.

Everything was there.

Not only had they been together.

They had been together for two years.

Two years.

The same time Fang Zhe started telling me he was too busy.

The same time he stopped celebrating anniversaries.

The same time he started saying:

“Yao Yao, a mature woman should understand that work comes first.”

I closed the file.

No anger.

No sadness.

Only clarity.

My phone vibrated again.

This time it was my assistant.

The one person who knew my real identity.

“President Jiang, the board meeting has been prepared. Are you sure you want to return?”

I looked at my reflection in the black screen.

The woman wearing glasses.

The woman who looked ordinary.

I typed:

“Yes.”

“Three years is enough.”

A few minutes later, I arrived at the company.

The receptionist immediately stopped me.

“Miss, do you have an appointment?”

I looked at the familiar building.

The building that my father had founded.

The building that Fang Zhe dreamed of entering.

I smiled.

“Call your president.”

The receptionist hesitated.

“Our president is Mr. Fang.”

“I know.”

I calmly replied.

“Tell him Jiang Yao is here.”

Ten minutes later.

The entire lobby became strangely quiet.

Because Fang Zhe appeared.

He was wearing an expensive suit.

The same confident expression he always wore outside.

But when he saw me…

His face changed.

“Yao Yao?”

I smiled.

“Mr. Fang.”

The unfamiliar way I addressed him made his expression stiff.

“You came here?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I looked around.

At the employees pretending not to watch.

At the company that he thought belonged to him.

Then I answered:

“Because I came to take back something that has always belonged to me.”

His eyebrows tightened.

“What are you talking about?”

Before I could respond, the elevator opened.

Several senior executives walked out.

Behind them was my father’s old assistant.

He saw me.

Immediately lowered his head.

“President Jiang.”

The entire lobby froze.

President.

Jiang.

Two words.

Two words that Fang Zhe had never imagined would be connected to me.

His expression slowly disappeared.

“President… Jiang?”

I removed my glasses.

For the first time in three years, I stopped hiding.

“Yes.”

“My full name is Jiang Yao.”

“Founder and largest shareholder of Jiang Technology.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Fang Zhe stared at me.

As if he was trying to recognize a stranger.

“But…”

“You said you were just an employee.”

I looked at him.

“I never lied.”

“I was an employee.”

“Your employee.”

His face turned pale.

Because he finally understood.

The woman he mocked.

The wife he ignored.

The person he thought he had already controlled…

Had been the person standing above him all along.

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was Meng Ying.

The screen lit up.

Everyone saw the name.

I glanced at it.

Then I smiled.

“Answer it.”

Fang Zhe’s hand trembled.

“Yao Yao…”

“Why?”

I tilted my head.

“Are you afraid?”

He didn’t answer.

Because for the first time…

Fang Zhe realized something terrifying.

The woman who discovered his betrayal…

was not the weak wife he thought she was.

She was the person who could destroy everything he had spent years building.