Maya Jake Chloe Novel My Ex Stole My Bonus So I Ruined His Company

My mother was dying, and only a costly surgery could save her. So I broke myself for three months to fund it. I clawed my way to top sales rep and seized the million-dollar bonus.

But half an hour before her surgery, my bonus account read zero.

I immediately called my boss-my boyfriend, Jake.

He answered, voice lazy. "Chloe really wanted a vacation, so I took the money and chartered a private jet to Ibiza.

My body froze, then I screamed, my voice laced with panic.

"That's my bonus! My mom needs that money to save her life!"

A beat of silence. Then Jake's voice turned to ice.

"It's just a million bucks. Save your drama.You missed a day last month, so I'm writing it off as Chloe's trip bonus."

I begged him to return the money. He just hung up on me.

Watching the nurses cover my mom with a cold white sheet, I dug out the scam call I'd received that morning and dialed it back.



"Ms. Maya, I'm so sorry for your loss."

The doctor placed a hand on my shoulder, his voice heavy. My hands trembled, watching in disbelief as the nurse wheeled my mom out.

The doctor spoke with regret.

"I'm so sorry. We did everything we could. Ten minutes...just ten more minutes might have made all the difference."

I was holding my mother's cold hand when my phone, silenced for hours, vibrated.
Jake's voice, bright and clear, spilled into the sterile silence of the room.

"Chloe, meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you."

In the background, fireworks exploded in a distant celebration.

I slumped to the floor. Losing my dearest loved one. Facing the deepest betrayal from the one I loved. The twin blows twisted in my chest like a thousand knives. The pain was unbearable.

I don't know how long I sat there before my phone rang again. Fumbling to stand, I accidentally answered.

"This is the Food and Drug Administration. We have confirmed the presence of a prohibited contaminant in your product line. As a first-time violation, you may avoid immediate seizure by posting a fifty-million-dollar bond. Failure to comply will result in the closure of all associated facilities."

I glanced at the number and instantly recognized it as a scam call.

I was about to hang up when the image of my mother on the operating table flashed before me. Because of Jake. Because of stolen money.

I paused, wiped my face with a trembling hand, and made my voice sound carefully concerned.

"Are you sure you have the right company? I'll send you our product information and company details in a bit. Please double-check. If there's really an issue, contact our company owner directly."

The person on the other end hummed in acknowledgment.

"Alright, send over the company info as soon as possible so we can verify it."

There was so little credible information in their words; it was hard to believe them based on just a few sentences. But with detailed product information, it would sound much more convincing.

I hung up, found the company's product detail file on my phone, and sent it to them without hesitation.

Afterward, I walked toward the morgue.

I found my mom and sat beside her.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I was blind, I trusted the wrong person, and it cost you your life. I swear, I will make them pay."

Over the next three days, I handled my mom's funeral. During this time, I received a message from Jake, asking me to contact the factory and our partners to verify if there were any product issues.




I hesitated for a few seconds before messaging Jake back.

"The Food Safety Administration inspected a batch of products a few days ago. A few items failed, but we haven't received instructions on how to handle it yet."

I was actually telling the truth. The Food Safety Administration had conducted a spot check a few days prior, but it was just minor packaging defects that had caused some food spoilage.

A few minutes later, I saw Jake post a photo in the WhatsApp work group. It was quickly deleted.

But I'd already seen it: Jake, kissing Chloe's face.

Immediately after, Jake sent a voice message. I tapped it, and it was Chloe's voice.

"Oops, I accidentally slipped! Jake's so tired today, he's already asleep. I'm just helping him handle some work."

I instantly realized Chloe was deliberately trying to provoke me.

In the past, I might have torn my heart out, demanding to know why Jake betrayed me. But now, remembering my mom's agonizing death on the operating table because of the delayed surgery, I wished I could rip Jake to shreds.

She tagged Sarah, our accountant, asking her to transfer fifty million dollars to an account.

A faint smile touched my lips. It looked like Jake had taken the bait. If only he'd asked me a few more questions or called the factory, he wouldn't have believed it so easily.

Over the next few days, I didn't hear from Jake again.

As soon as I arrived at my desk, Sarah rushed toward me.

"Maya, can you reach Jake? A few days ago, Chloe told me to transfer fifty million dollars to an account, supposedly for the Food Safety Administration. But I have a bad feeling about this account, and it's overseas. I wanted to ask Jake for clarification, but I haven't been able to reach him."

I narrowed my eyes slightly and called Jake. An impatient voice sounded from behind me.

"Maya, are you calling me all day just to ruin my mood?"

I turned around to see Jake walking through the door, Chloe clinging to his arm, her eyes glinting with triumph as she looked at me.

"Jake, don't be so harsh, you might make Maya cry."