After The Company Secretary Treated Me Badly, I Divorced My Husband

After hearing Holly's words, the CEOs in the room visibly relaxed. Their mockery of me grew even bolder. But that wasn’t my concern anymore.

I scanned their smug, laughing faces, feeling an unexpected pang of disappointment. Was this really San Diego’s so-called business elite? All of this… just because I refused to drink?

How disgusting!

I didn’t care if they called me nothing but a trophy wife or just useless woman. Such words meant nothing to me. But what truly stung was the realization that I couldn’t even control the people within my own company.

Was this the price of staying too low-key?

Thanks to my special status, I had spent years at home. I rarely appeared in public. Even when I overheard company employees gossiping about me, I always laughed it off. I always believed that it wasn’t worth my time. But now, I saw the consequence of my indifference.

My silence had emboldened them. Holly mistook my quietness for fear. She pushed a tray of wine glasses toward me, smirking.

"Eleanor, here are ten glasses of wine. Drink them all, so you can leave."

"We’ll forget everything that happened tonight and you can go back to being a pretty trophy wife."

"But if you refuse to drink…"

The secretary then tapped her nails against the glass, eyes gleaming with malice.

"Then I’m afraid you won’t be leaving this room."

I suppressed my anger and met her gaze, my voice icy as I said in turn, "Holly, are you really looking for death? Or have you conveniently forgotten that I’m allergic to alcohol?"

Holly scoffed, tilting her head at me with a mocking grin.

"It’s just a few glasses. It won’t kill you."

"Anyway, the champagne is right here. It’s up to you whether you drink it or not."

Her arrogance made me laugh. Even James’ father wouldn’t dare speak to me like this. And yet, here was Holly. She was nothing but a mere secretary who acted as if she held all the power.

It only made me more curious about the person backing her.

"Miss Green, I don’t see the point in wasting my breath on you," I said coldly.

"Tell your boss to come out. What’s the use of hiding in the shadows?"

"Or is he too much of a coward to face me?"

As soon as the words left my lips, the door swung open.

A woman, about my age, strolled in.

"Miss Hawking, it seems you’re not as stupid as everyone says."

"Regina King?!" Holly gasped.

The entire room fell silent.

The once-arrogant business elites scrambled to their feet, bowing their heads in respect to the young heiress that were well-known from Los Angeles.

"Ah, I see," was my response.

After that, I said, "So, you’re the one behind Miss Green’s little display."

Regina King slid into the seat across from me. Her posture was poised. That woman looked very self-assured.

"You guessed right," she said smoothly.

"I am indeed Holly’s boss."

"My name is Regina King, but you may call me Miss King like everyone else does."

"If the Woods Family wants to expand into Los Angeles, they’ll need my support."

Her voice carried an air of arrogance, though it was more refined than Holly’s.

I barely spared her a glance before looking away.

"Miss King, I assume you’re here because of my husband."

Regina nodded, giving me a look of mock sympathy.

"Miss Hawking, from what I understand, you've been married into the Woods Family for three years. Yet you probably haven’t even held James’s hand," she said, sighing dramatically.

"What a shame."

Then, the corners of her lips curved into a smirk.

"But after today, your husband will belong to the King family."

I expected to feel something. Anger, betrayal, or resentment. Instead, I only felt relief.

I let out a soft laugh.

"So, that’s what this is about."

"Now I understand."

I leaned back in my chair, utterly indifferent.

"If Miss King wants my husband so badly, you’re free to have him as your husband."

Regina’s expression flickered with surprise. She hadn’t expected me to be this calm. And that, more than anything, meant I had already won.

"Isn't Miss Hawking angry at all?" Regina asked, almost tauntingly, tilting her head as if expecting me to break.

I simply waved my hand, smiling.

"What's there to be angry about?"

"In fact, I should thank Mr. Oswald. If not for his interference, I wouldn’t have known how to sever ties with the Woods Family."

"But let me remind you, Miss King. Whoever offends me never meets a good end."

Regina clearly hadn’t expected me to be more arrogant than her. Her face darkened with anger. With a flick of her wrist, she turned to Holly.

"Holly, what are you waiting for? Do it!"

The words had barely left her lips when Holly grabbed a champagne bottle from the table and smashed it against my head. Pain exploded in my skull and before I could react, I collapsed to the floor.

Holly, eager to please her master, wasted no time. She lunged at me, fists and feet flying, kicking me over and over again. By the time she stepped back, my body ached all over, my vision slightly blurred from the impact.

"That’s enough. Don’t kill her."

Regina walked over and crouched beside me, smirking.

"Listen, you fucking bitch! Consider this a lesson."

Her fingers lifted my chin roughly as she said, "Stay out of my way, or I’ll deal with you personally next time."

I forced myself to sit up, staring her straight in the eye, my voice unwavering.

"It’s just the King family of Los Angeles. Nothing special."

The moment the words left my lips, Regina’s expression twisted into pure rage.

"How dare you!"

She snatched up a chair, raising it high, ready to bring it down on me.

But before she could strike …

Bang!

The door swung open with force.

All heads turned toward the entrance.

"Mr. Woods, why are you here?!" one of the businessmen blurted out in shock.