My Husband Ordered His Bodyguards to Slap Me, so I Took Back His Empire

Synopsis

When the first slap landed, I was stunned. Did I really hear that right? It was Andrew Shaw, my husband, who gave the order himself. The two bodyguards, both over six feet tall, each gave me three slaps, one after another. After all six slaps, Monica Summers, his secretary, finally cracked a smile. Andrew put his arm around her shoulders and asked, "Feeling better now?" I wiped the blood from my lips with my tongue and walked away. The next morning, Andrew knocked on my bedroom door early. "Enough with the tantrum. We're going out for some air." When he opened the door, I wasn't there. Before he could even react, his phone rang. One of the shareholders was yelling on the other end, "Your wife just pulled out 1.3 billion dollars! The company's finished!" All the color drained from Andrew's face in an instant.