"You feel so f**king good." a deep voice, one I knew all too well, grunted.
I watched my husband Daniel and my assistant Esme banging each other right on my table. My hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me, the shock from seeing and hearing them made me shift back, stumbling against the table, and I pushed the chair backward.
"Did you hear that?"
I quickly dodged and stepped back from the glass view.
"What?" Daniel hissed impatiently.
"I think I heard-" Esme trailed off, "Never mind, just hurry up already."
"No need to rush, there is still time before the b*tch lands." His statement was like a slap to my face, my ears were ringing.
"Really?"
"Yes, baby, a few more rounds for us."
"Once she's back, I can't have you." 
"I know, but it's just for a while, you know it's you I love, it's her money that's keeping me."
Their mixed chuckle ran across the room, traveled up my nerves, and made my heart sink to my stomach. 
***
When Elsie uncovers the affair between her husband and her trusted assistant, her world shatters. The dual betrayal by the man she loved for years and the assistant she relied on leave her devastated and nearly hopeless.
But after the initial shock, Elsie regains her strength. She contacts a lawyer to prepare for divorce and makes a bold move- switching jobs and joining the company of her longtime rival, Albie.

What starts as a search for solace turns into something much more dangerous. Albie's relentless pursuit leaves Elsie feeling increasingly drawn to him, despite her resolve. Will she lose herself in a passion she never expected, or find a new path to healing?

Divorced My Cheating Husband and Remarried My Rival

　　"Come on buddy, let's get you home."


　　If I wasn't mistaken that was George, I could recognize his voice anywhere I heard it, him and Elsie's, even if I fell asleep and didn't remember who I was, I would remember her.


　　"Easy, this is the only bar you drink at because you know the owner will call me to get you."


　　I signed as I considered that fact, the bar owner knew us and was aware that I only drank here to loosen myself. Whenever he saw me alone and was sure I couldn't drive back on my own, he always called George.


　　"Dude, shut up, your breath smells like a fart."


　　He tugged me off and out of the bar, we were in his car and he drove off.


　　"I'm taking your dumb ass home, where else will I take you?"


　　"No, don't, I can't stay there, at least not yet."


CHAPTER 84 Our Real Issue