Huge Transfer: Betrayed by Husband and Secretary

I paused as I put the glass down, full of confusion.

He blocked my number and now blamed me for not contacting him?

I waited for two hours, but just when I got home, he said he had been looking for me for an hour?

I didn't bother to expose his lies.

My face darkened, and I said in a cold voice, "If you want me to contact you, you have to remove me from your blacklist first."

He pressed his lips, taking a deep breath to suppress his anger.

He walked into the living room and placed the cake without a box, which had been watered by rain, in front of me.

"It's too late. They don't have the packaging box. I went to many stores to get it."

My gaze landed on the matcha cake as I grew weary of his continuous lame lies.

On my phone screen was Hanna's latest post, a photo of a blueberry cake with the caption: [Daytime brings blessings from my exceptional boss; nighttime is shared with my lover.]

I wanted to laugh sarcastically, but I didn't have the strength to smile.

A lot of words were gathered, but only one sentence remained. "Well, thank you. Throw it away."

Matteo's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes turned red with anger.

"Are you fucking sick? I ran to buy it for you, and you said you'd throw it away?

"Are you treating me like a dog? Isn't it just an early salary payment for my employee today? How long are you going to make a fuss? I'm the boss! Don't I have this right? I haven't even settled the score with you for insulting her in private messages, and you're getting even more unreasonable!"

I reached out and pressed my head, which felt dizzy and painful after being caught in the rain.

Feeling powerless, I said, "You think too much. I really didn't mean that. There was no need, and I didn't have the time. At that time, I was-"

Yet he interrupted me angrily, "Enough! Stop talking! You're always like this. You're over 30, yet still jealous of a little girl. There are so many young beauties. Will you envy them all? You're crazy!"

I had argued with him countless times over these trivial matters, humbly and urgently wanting to hear him say that he would only love me.

But now I didn't think so.

We were all adults. Was there any need for love that would be questioned?

I knew he wouldn't believe me if I said I wasn't kidding, so I just said, "If you think so, then I can't change your mind."

Then, I got up and walked towards the bedroom.

He ignored me, threw the cake into the trash can, and started sitting there, browsing on his phone.

From time to time, suppressed laughter could be heard.

Then he went to the bathroom, apparently busy making a phone call.

I rearranged the bedding and moved to another bedroom when I bumped into Matteo, who had just come out of the bathroom.

His impatient eyes fell on my hands, and he looked annoyed.

After enduring for a long while, he angrily questioned, "What do you mean? You want to sleep in a separate bed from me?

"I don't even mind the disgusting bloody smell on you. Why are you doing so? Do you still think you are a girl in her early twenties? I don't even want to touch you, even if you take off your clothes!

"Just don't message me if you can't sleep!"

I didn't say anything but went into another bedroom and locked the door.

In the past, every night when he didn't come home, I would toss and turn and couldn't fall asleep.

I called him and sent him messages, but the next day, he threw a bottle of sleeping pills in front of me.

Later, I got used to taking medicine to fall asleep.

But I didn't expect that this time I was afraid of medication conflicts, so I fell asleep naturally and, surprisingly, slept soundly.

What I once thought was invincible now seemed not so difficult.

After searching for a whole day, I finally contacted a reliable divorce lawyer.

At the same time, Matteo's company account released a celebratory video.

In the video, people nearby held up champagne.

Matteo turned and stood in front of Hanna, his back drenched from the sprayed wine.

I recognized that suit, which was the gift I gave him on our wedding anniversary last year.

And I had returned this year's gift.