After My Husband Fell In Love with His Secretary

As soon as I stepped into the venue, I was intercepted by Ethan. His eyes darkened as he spotted me and he quickly blocked my path. His voice was low and laced with frustration as he leaned in close, ensuring no one else could hear.

“This is not a place for a housewife like you,” he hissed. “Get out before you embarrass me.”

He paused, then his expression shifted to smug arrogance as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Heh, last night you were shouting about wanting a divorce and now here you are, chasing after me. What’s the matter? Can’t bear to lose me? Realized that no one else would want you?”

His words dripped with condescension, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I calmly looked past him and waved at the woman standing just behind him. She had been eyeing me curiously, as if sizing me up from the moment I walked in.

“Ms. Chloe?” I called out, my voice steady.

Ethan’s eyes widened slightly and he followed my gaze to his secretary. His brows furrowed as a huff of irritation escaped him. “Emily,” he snapped, “you’re still going behind my back to contact my secretary? Are you trying to get her fired too, like the last one?”

I held up the paper bag I had brought with me and extended it toward Chloe. “Fired?” I raised an eyebrow at Ethan. “Are you really willing to let her go?”

His expression faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “W-Why would you think that?” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Meanwhile, Chloe had taken the bag from me and was pulling out the silk tie I had brought. She held it up against her light blue dress and then pouted playfully at Ethan. “Mr. Parker, you didn’t send me a photo of your outfit this morning. I wasn’t able to coordinate our outfits like usual. That’s why I asked Mrs. Parker to bring the tie. See? It matches perfectly.”

Her tone was flirtatious and bold and I could see the way she reveled in the tension between Ethan and me. She wasn’t hiding her intentions at all—because Ethan had given her the confidence to act this way.

Ethan shot me a quick glance, clearly expecting a reaction. But when he saw my calm, unaffected expression, he looked almost confused.

Unfazed, he reached out and took Chloe’s hand, guiding it to his neck. “Come on,” he said smoothly, “you tie it for me. You know how I like the cross knot. Not like her,” he added with a dismissive wave in my direction, “who only knows how to tie that old-fashioned Windsor knot. She’s just as boring as her knots.”

Chloe’s face lit up with pride and she practically preened. In front of everyone, she boldly hooked her fingers around the tie and yanked Ethan toward her. Their faces were so close that their noses nearly touched and I could see the heat between them as their breaths mingled.

As I watched the scene play out, I felt a sense of detachment wash over me. Half a year ago, I remembered Ethan suddenly started taking photos every morning after he got dressed. At the time, I hadn’t thought much of it. I assumed he was just proud of his appearance.

But now I realized the truth—he had been sending those photos to Chloe, making sure their outfits were coordinated, like a matching couple. And the most absurd part? I had been the one carefully picking out his clothes every night, thinking I was helping him put his best foot forward.

It was revolting. Absolutely revolting.

Taking a deep breath, I reached into my purse, pulled out a small key and held it out to Chloe.

Her eyes widened and her face flushed with excitement. She stared at the key like it was a winning lottery ticket.

“Ms. Chloe,” I said, my voice cold but polite, “this is the key to the front door of our house. From now on, you can come directly to the house to help Ethan pick out his clothes. And while you're there, you can check if the decor is to your liking. Once we finalize the divorce, feel free to move in.”

Chloe’s face froze, the excitement draining away in an instant. She blinked, stunned, clearly not expecting that turn of events.

The next second, she looked at my husband.