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After numerous unsuccessful IVF attempts, I finally conceived despite my husband's low sperm count.
As I was battling severe morning sickness, my husband was commemorating his third year with his assistant. She shared a WhatsApp update showing him meticulously cutting her steak, captioned: [Such a thoughtful boss... I'll serve him forever...]
Fighting my queasiness, I approved the post. Soon after, he phoned me, saying, "What's your issue now? You're useless lately, just being sick. Louise takes care of everything for me. You should appreciate her reducing your workload!"
I retorted sarcastically, "Sure, I'll express my gratitude later!"
"You've changed! Has pregnancy made you forget yourself?" He berated me before abruptly ending the call.
I sighed deeply. Indeed, I'd been away so long, I'd nearly forgotten my own name.
I dialed a number I hadn't used in years, "Charlie, arrange a flight for tomorrow. I'm returning to Chicago."

My Husband's Assistant Stole My Life

Three days after our initial encounter, I crossed paths with Troy once more at a corporate event.


He had journeyed to Chicago on a friend's advice, personally seeking the Hoffman Group's aid to rescue his failing enterprise.


As I neared the entrance, I caught snippets of conversation from inside, "Don't fret, Mr. Angelo. Although Miss Hoffman is youthful, they are incredibly competent and have been steering the Hoffman Group for quite some time."


"Should they decide to assist and back your venture, your company will surely bounce back! It all hinges on whether Miss Hoffman is inclined to help."


I entered the room, causing all heads to turn. Mr. Anderson, who managed one of my subsidiaries, promptly welcomed me with a grin, "Miss Hoffman, you've arrived!"


He subtly motioned for Troy to approach and propose a toast. Troy carefully made his way over, wine glass in hand.


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