My Husband Bought a Villa for His Secretary's Dog

The person Eric was talking about was Ava.

She was an impoverished student, and I sponsored her for five years.

Ava had always been grateful to me, and she would visit me during festivals, addressing me affectionately.

After graduating from university, she couldn't find a job. So, I used my connections to help her secure a good job. When I introduced it to her, Ava smiled sweetly and said,

"Thank you, Ms. Donavan, but I've already found a job as Mr. Marshall's secretary!"

She affectionately held Eric's arm in front of me with an innocent and genuine smile on her face.

Slowly, the smile faded from my face.

My eyes slowly shifted downward, landing on the hand that was holding onto my husband's arm.

Eric noticed something was wrong, gently pushed her away, and explained, "Seraphina, Ava just graduated this year. She doesn't know any better. She's still just a child. Don't take it to heart."

But it was precisely this naive young girl who intentionally got Eric drunk at the company's annual party and took him to a hotel room.

That night, I waited for him at home, unable to sleep a wink.

Meanwhile, they were entangled in passion and intimacy in the hotel room.

The next morning, Ava called me.

"Ms. Donavan, Mr. Marshall got drunk last night. I sent him to Empire hotel. Please come and pick him up."

I took a taxi to the hotel and pushed open the door of the room only to find Eric lying on the bed shirtless, his neck covered in love bites.

Ava feigned innocence and said, "Ms. Donavan, Mr. Marshall was drunk last night, and he mistook me for you... It's all my fault, I don't blame him."

Anger surged through me, and I raised my hand and slapped her.

However, Eric rushed over and shielded her behind him.

"Seraphina, what are you doing?

What happened last night was an accident. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Why did you hit Ava? She's just a secretary!"

But he didn't see it at all.

The young secretary, protected by him, was covering her face and secretly looking up at me with a provocative smile.

I shook my head, trying to clear these messy memories from my mind.

I continued to focus on examining the evidence organized on my laptop.

Over the past two years, I gathered screenshots of all the expenses Eric had incurred for Ava, including luxury handbags, clothes, and skincare products.

I had also wondered why he didn't carry on his relationship with Ava behind my back.

Instead, he openly spent money on her without fear of me discovering it.

When I asked him this question a few months ago, he pondered for a moment before saying seriously, "Ava is so innocent, and I don't want her to be a mistress. She is my girlfriend."

I suddenly laughed.

I couldn't help but ask him, "What about me? After six years of marriage, what am I?"

Eric always looked at me with a gaze filled with pity, a pity that bordered on indifference.

"Seraphina, you are sick after all. You can't spend the rest of your life with me.

I know you love me, and I'm sure you don't want to see me lonely and alone in my old age. You also want to see someone love me, right?"

At that moment, I understood.

Some men were destined to be heartless.

Ever since Eric bought a villa for Ava's dog, I made up my mind to divorce.

I transferred as much money and property as possible under my name, sending some to my mother and some to my best friend.

Even if something were to happen to me, I hoped they would be able to live better lives.

After sorting out all the evidence for the divorce, I drove to the company.

The receptionist raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw me and smiled. "Mrs. Marshall, why are you here? It's been a while since we last saw you!"

In the past, whenever Eric's company had problems, I would come to help him strategize and overcome difficulties.

The employees of the company knew that the Marshall Group's success owed half of its credit to me.

I smiled and asked, "Where's Eric?"

The receptionist glanced nervously towards the inside and looked somewhat hesitant.

"Mr. Marshall is probably still busy..."

I raised my foot to enter, but the receptionist hastily stopped me.

"Mrs. Marshall, Mr. Marshall gave instructions that no one should be allowed inside. If you have any urgent matters, please let me know, and I'll convey the message."

I smiled gently and took out a divorce agreement from my bag.

"I'm here to divorce him."