My Husband Bought a Villa for His Secretary's Dog

In the fifth year of our marriage, the impoverished individual I sponsored became my husband's secretary.

In the sixth year of our marriage, my husband bought a villa for his secretary's dog.

This happened because the secretary posted an update on her Instagram saying: [My dog is my baby. Whoever gives it a home is its daddy!]

In less than three days, the secretary posted a photo on her Instagram.

It showed two hands, a man and a woman, holding a white Samoyed dog.

The caption read: [Our family of three.]

The man wore a wedding ring the same as mine.

I casually clicked "like", and the post was quickly deleted.

A few minutes later, my husband, who had been away from home for half a month, called me angrily and scolded, "Isn't it just taking back your shares in the company?! I've always said that everyone has their own expertise, and Ava is better at managing the company than you! Are you bored now and deliberately sent her offensive private messages?"

There were also faint, soft cries of someone sobbing in the background.

I was confused, and before I could explain myself, the call was abruptly ended.

Half an hour later, Ava Stone posted another update on Instagram to show off, and the picture attached was the contract of the shares that had just been taken away from me.

The caption read: [If a man loves you, he will give you everything and place it in your hands! If not, then it's the opposite.]

In the post, she went to great lengths to specifically mention me by tagging my username.

I sneered and took a screenshot to keep the evidence.

It turned out that she was still young and impatient.

She still didn't understand that, in the face of personal interests, love was not worth mentioning.

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When Eric Marshall suddenly called me and scolded me just now, I was contacting the best lawyer to prepare for filing for divorce.

Just two weeks ago, Eric used my illness as an excuse to take away 20% of my controlling shares in the company.

He claimed that it was for me to rest and not worry about the company.

But then, he bought a luxurious villa for his secretary, Ava's dog.

The bank cards were still in my possession, and I received text messages with the transaction details on my phone. I was stunned for several seconds.

He didn't even bat an eye at the extravagant expenditure of tens of millions of dollars.

And just half a month ago, when I asked him for 5 million dollars to purchase a special medicine that could improve my chances of recovery, he didn't even hesitate to refuse.

He looked troubled and said, "Seraphina, you know the company has been having a hard time recently. If it weren't for the massive layoffs, we might face a financial crisis.

In this situation, where can I get 5 million dollars to buy you special medicine? Please bear with it a little longer."

After saying this, he picked up his coat and left.

He didn't come back for half a month.

From that day onwards, Ava's Instagram was updated eight times a day, consistently showcasing her happiness.

I scrolled through my phone with an expressionless face.

Through her posts, I saw Eric appearing on the sidelines of the camera, wearing a relaxed and indulgent smile.

I could also see that he had settled into that villa he bought for her.

They went to IKEA together and bought a lot of furniture, bedding, and pillows.

My heart gradually grew colder.

A month ago, I was diagnosed with a rare disease that caused me to have a clotting disorder. If I had any wounds, the bleeding wouldn't stop.

The doctors said it was a complication of this rare disease.

If there were too many instances of bleeding, I would experience memory loss and forget many things.

I didn't want to forget, so in order to minimize accidents, I deliberately stayed at home and avoided going out.

I even lied to Eric, telling him that my illness would likely leave me paralyzed and that I would need him to take care of me for the rest of my life.

I thought he would be like six years ago when we got married and assured me, "No matter poverty or wealth, health or illness, I will protect and care for you for a lifetime."

But he had a faint expression, silently smoking one cigarette after another on the balcony.

In the end, he only said, "Seraphina, I won't divorce you.

But I need someone to accompany me for the latter half of my life, and I want to have a child. You can't stop me from being with someone else."