“This is the bank’s official confirmation that the loan was fully repaid this morning using my funds,” I said.
Vanessa’s confidence faltered as reality set in. Lukas looked as if he’d been struck by the inevitable.
“You’re lying,” he said, though without conviction.
I looked him in the eye. “As of 9:42 this morning, I’ve been the majority owner of Hoffmann Logistics,” I stated clearly.
Wolfgang slammed his hand on the table and insisted it was Lukas’s company. I tilted my head slightly.
“Not anymore,” I said.
Lukas lunged at me, accusing me of deceiving him. I raised an eyebrow and asked if I’d tricked him or if he’d simply forgotten to read what he was signing.
Vanessa looked at him, bewildered, and asked why he’d told her he owned everything. He had no answer.
I leaned a little closer and reminded him of what he’d said earlier—that this was my last day in the house. He swallowed and quietly confirmed it.
“Well, there’s one more thing you forgot,” I said, glancing around the room.
His voice was barely audible as he asked what I meant. I smiled.
“This house was bought with company funds,” I said calmly.
Patricia gasped, while Lukas’s eyes widened in horror. For the first time, they all understood where the real power lay.
The silence grew heavy as Lukas stared at me, his world crumbling. He insisted it was impossible, but I sat down calmly opposite him.
“It is quite possible,” I said.
Vanessa stood there nervously, demanding an explanation. Lukas ignored her and flipped through the documents, as if hoping they would change.
Wolfgang finally asked what I intended to do. I answered without hesitation.
“As the majority shareholder of Hoffmann Logistik, I legally control all of the company’s assets,” I explained.
Then I gestured slowly around the room. “That includes this property.”
Patricia’s voice trembled as she asked if that meant what she thought it did. I nodded.
Lukas sank back onto the sofa, while Vanessa looked completely lost. She asked if I was saying that I owned the house.
“Technically, yes,” I replied.
Lukas grabbed my arm and begged me to talk to him. I gently released his hand and reminded him of his own words.
“I thought today was my last day here,” I said.
He tried to take it back, but it was too late. I reminded him that he had introduced his mistress and told me to leave.
Vanessa became angry and demanded to know why he had claimed we were already separated. Lukas snapped at her to stop, which only made things worse.
I leaned back and spoke softly. “For three years, I believed I was building a future with my husband,” I said.
Lukas lowered his head.
“But apparently, I was just financing his new life with someone else,” I continued.
Vanessa folded her arms and said that perhaps I should have been a better wife. Lukas looked horrified, but I told him to let her finish.
She insisted that he deserved someone more exciting. I nodded slowly.
“That’s fair,” I said, standing up.
“Now he’s free to live that exciting life,” I added calmly.
Lukas looked hopeful for a brief moment, until I finished. “Just not at my company.”
His face froze as the confusion returned. I slid one last envelope to him.
“This is a notice from the board,” I explained.
He insisted there was no board, but I corrected him. “Now there is.”
Inside was an official termination letter. “As the majority shareholder, I held an emergency meeting this afternoon,” I said.
Lukas read it, his hands trembling. “You fired me,” he whispered.
I nodded.
Patricia accused me of ruining my own husband. I looked at her calmly.
“He ruined himself,” I said.
Vanessa stepped back from him, as if she no longer recognized him. She reminded him that he had told her he was the CEO.
He said nothing, because he was nothing anymore.
I picked up the bottle of sparkling wine I’d brought to celebrate. I walked to the door and paused.
“Lukas,” I said softly.
He looked up, completely distraught.
“Congratulations,” I added.
“For what?” he asked weakly.
I gave him a small, knowing smile. “Today truly marks the beginning of a new life,” I said.
Then I opened the door.
“But unfortunately, it’s not yours,” I finished, and stepped out.
I left the house, which was now legally mine, leaving behind everything that no longer mattered.
