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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

Louise appeared confused, asking, "What wedding present?" Her face turned suspicious as she eyed me, "You wouldn't be so generous."


I grinned wider, "Indeed. If I weren't so generous, why would your spouse be here pleading with me?"


The implication in my statement was clear to everyone, Troy included. He glanced up, startled, "Felicia! Was it you... who made those businesses terminate their agreements with me?"


Naturally, it was my doing. If I hadn't deliberately stepped in, how else would Troy find himself in his current situation?


I took a slow sip of wine, relishing the moment, "It's only fair, Troy. The initial capital you used back then was mine. Now that we're no longer married, taking back what's rightfully mine isn't unreasonable, is it?"


I looked at Mr. Anderson, who promptly chuckled and agreed, "Not unreasonable at all. Perfectly justified!"


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