Chapter 1

The company was giving out year-end bonuses, and my husband Holt directly rewarded his secretary Freesia with a huge mansion worth millions.

Freesia's face was all smiles as she planted a kiss on Holt's cheek.

"Thank you for the reward, Mr. Lincoln! I'll repay you even better in the future, Mr. Lincoln."

Seeing how intimate the two of them were, I quietly left the event.

But Holt was dissatisfied with my attitude and rushed over to stop me.

"Vivienne, what's your problem?"

"I've told you a thousand times, there's nothing between Freesia and me. This is all because of her performance."

Hearing the word "performance", my heart was filled with bitterness.

It was clearly all my accomplishment, but not a single person was willing to believe me.

This marriage full of wounds... I don't want it anymore!

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I just left the year-end bonus meeting when Freesia's eager voice came through.

"Mr. Lincoln, is the missus angry?"

"I'd better not take this villa, so as not to cause trouble between you two."

In the pause between words, Freesia handed over the keys to the villa.

Seeing this, Holt's expression darkened.

"What's given to you is yours. Why do you care if she's angry or not?"

"She does nothing all day at home, and now she's trying to control me!"

"I've really given her too much face!"

Hearing Holt's impatient voice, a wave of bitterness washed over me.

This wasn't the first time Holt had treated me this way.

Ever since our startup became successful, he said he didn't want me to work too hard, so I focused most of my attention on our home.

It's precisely because of this that Holt feels I'm not helping him, and he's become increasingly impatient with me.

But he's forgotten.

Back when his company needed investors, most of the CEOs invested because of my connections.

The massive influx of funding has made Holt smug, treating the company as if it were his alone.

Well, I'd like to see how long Holt can last without my help!

When I got home, a cold feeling washed over me.I arrived in the kitchen, just about to cook myself dinner, when my WeChat suddenly chimed.

Opening it, I saw that Holt had posted on his Moments.

"A dedicated secretary, you deserve it all."

In the image, Freesia was wearing a men's dress shirt, her snow-white slender legs exposed to the air, with an apron tied around her.

From the looks of it, she seemed to be brewing a hangover soup for Holt.

Seeing the intimate atmosphere between the two, my heart had long since gone numb.

From the first time Freesia provoked me, I knew that sooner or later, they would cross that line.

But I didn't expect it to happen so quickly!

However, what they do is none of my business.

We're already headed for divorce, so I couldn't care less about these things.

I set my phone aside and continued cooking.

However, just as I was about to start chopping vegetables, Holt suddenly sent me a short video.

It showed Freesia spoon-feeding Holt the hangover soup.

But the video was recalled after just a minute.

Then, an apology message from Freesia came through.

"Ms. Stratton, I'm so sorry, I forwarded that to the wrong person."Freesia's little scheme was clear to me, but I only replied with a simple "mm-hmm" and said nothing more.

Holt didn't come home all night, which suited me just fine.

The next morning, well past the time I should've been at work, I still hadn't gone to the office. Holt couldn't sit still any longer.

I was jolted awake by a series of relentless phone rings.

I had barely picked up the phone, not even having a chance to speak, when Holt's blistering reprimand came blasting through.

"Vivienne, what the hell are you up to now?"

"I drank too much at a business dinner last night, Secretary Frost. I'm just taking care of myself..."

"Why on earth would you skip work over such a trivial matter?"

Holt's interrogating voice made my head throb.

"Didn't I submit a leave request?"

"What? You didn't see it?"

Hearing my response, Holt checked his phone, indeed finding my leave request.

However, someone like him would never admit to being wrong.

"Vivienne, you're the CEO of the company now. Don't you think you should be setting an example?"

"If you want time off, come to the office and ask for it in person!"