I Bet My CEO Husband Will Regret

Jackson's excellent upbringing was a model in their social circle.

Born from a rich family, he had been strict with himself since childhood and had never caused any trouble to his family. Unlike most young men his age who constantly played the field and changed girlfriends as if they were changing clothes or whose nightly routine included going to nightclubs, Jackson had never participated in these kinds of activities. He was self-disciplined and self-motivated and had only one girlfriend.

He was gentle, elegant, and responsible. Except for his cold personality, he was perfect.

Even if he was angry, he would only say a word of reproof or express his disapproval calmly, but he would never swear or shout.

Such indifference was the most hurtful. Anna felt like she was about to cry but held it in and tried to explain patiently. "I told you that it was a coincidence, I…."

… didn't mean to hurt you.

She pursed her lips tightly and didn't go on. She had already explained herself before, but he did not believe her. She didn't want to waste her time anymore.

She was a good girl from a good family. Her parents had carefully cultivated and educated her. She knew the importance of reputation and would not do anything to ruin hers so easily.

Did she drug him? She would never do that kind of thing to debase herself. It was an insult to her!

After more than half a year of marriage, Anna knew what he thought of her in his mind and had never cared.

But today, for some reason, all her suppressed emotions seemed to want to burst out. She almost couldn't hold them back.

She felt that if she stayed with Jackson any longer, she would rush to him and scratch his face. She picked up her coat and left without wearing her shoes.

When the door opened again, Sam and Gary saw her come out barefoot. It was obvious to the two that the conversation did not end well.

"I'll take you home, Anna." Sam offered, thinking she was pitiful.

She rejected him coldly and called for a driver instead.

The cold wind hit her face when she stepped out of the club. Her feet were warm when she had the foot bath earlier, but now she felt cold. She couldn't help shivering against the chilly air.

Looking at her bare feet, Anna remembered the time she saw Jackson at a banquet. She was so happy she couldn't even control herself.

She had chased his car, hoping he would get to know her and, maybe would… what? Like her?

The high-heeled shoes were uncomfortable. She slipped them off and ran barefoot in the rain as she chased after his car like some crazy woman. She was really stupid.

Anna stared down at her feet. They were delicate and beautiful. She had applied nail polish carefully.

In fact, once was already enough. She shouldn't have allowed the same people to hurt her again and again for the same reasons.

She put on her shoes and wrapped herself in her coat while waiting for the car.

Even if she had wrapped herself carefully, she still had a headache when she got home. The headache was severe and made her so sick to her stomach. She felt weak after throwing up a couple of times. She was feeling unwell and couldn't even stand up.

……

Anna woke up in the hospital the next day. Her throat was swollen and painful, which made breathing difficult.

A woman was sitting on the sofa, wearing jeans, a sweater, and a cap. Although her attire was simple and ordinary, they couldn't hide her beauty. She was worthy of being the national goddess and film queen. She was Gina Bill.

Seeing that Anna was already awake, Gina came over to her bed and asked her thoughtfully, "Do you want to drink some water?"

Anna glanced at her and took the glass she offered before asking faintly, "Why are you here?"

"Your brother called Jackson and said you fainted, but I answered the phone. Oh, and I didn't tell Jackson you were ill. He also didn't know that I had come here. We're rivals in love... Are you angry that I did this?"

"You did the right thing," Anna answered. Even after drinking all the water Gina gave her, and she was still thirsty. "Can you pour me another glass, please?"

"Okay," Gina agreed happily. She poured another water on her and then sat beside her. "Today, I came here to thank you for helping me in the club last time."

Anna stared at her. "Thank me?"

The mistress came to thank the wife.

What a funny joke!

Gina was full of self-confidence, even coming here to show her presence in front of her. If Anna didn't teach her a lesson, her rival would think she was a pushover. "Then how are you going to thank me?"

"I will tell you a secret between Jackson and me."

Anna stared at her exquisite and impeccable face and asked, "Is it something related to the bedroom?"