No Longer Yours, Ex Husband

Anthony’s eyes could not help shaking after hearing that. “She….”

But before he could respond properly, one of his friends interjected, laughing, “No, she’s my friend! But come on, if she’s at the party, we’re all friends, right?

“I actually introduced her to Anthony when his secretary resigned. She was majoring in secretary, so it seemed like a good fit.”

“Right,” another friend added, nudging Anthony playfully. “Having a secretary you already know must be fun, huh, Anthony?”

I caught the faint blush that crept across Anthony’s face, but I kept my expression neutral, feigning innocence.

“I see,” I said with a polite smile, “so she’s someone you can trust.”

The room erupted into laughter, as if I had no idea what was really going on. They thought I was clueless.

Then the door swung open, and someone announced, “Here she comes—our Julie!”

Julie entered, her laughter filling the room as she greeted everyone. It was like she was their star performer, the favorite child in a room full of admirers.

As she chatted with the group, Julie began boasting loudly about being pregnant. Her hand stroked her stomach in exaggerated motions, and everyone rushed to congratulate her.

I leaned in close to Anthony and whispered, “Who’s the father? I thought one of your requirements for hiring a secretary was that they couldn’t get married within five years of applying. Julie’s only been with you for a few months.”

Anthony shifted nervously. “Well… I changed the policy. I didn’t want to lose another secretary just because they wanted to get married.”

“Oh, so she’s married then?” I pressed, my voice calm but cutting.

“She….” Anthony stammered, searching for an answer.

But before he could finish, Julie approached us, beaming with delight.

“Oh my god, you’re Mrs. Harris, right? I’ve been such a huge fan of yours for ages!” she gushed.

Julie did not even wait for my response before sitting beside me, chatting animatedly.

“You know, everyone at the office is always talking about how you and Mr. Harris met. What a love story! So romantic.”

While Julie leaned in closer to me, Anthony shifted uncomfortably, choosing to busy himself with the others.

So, after seeing Anthony did not focus on us anymore, her tone turned conspiratorial as she said, “You know, I used to be so jealous of your love story. I mean, who wouldn’t dream of a husband like yours? But guess what—my dream came true!”

She giggled, her hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear in what she likely thought was a charming gesture.

“Oh, really?” I replied dryly, my patience running thin.

Julie lowered her voice, as though we were best friends sharing secrets. “Yeah, it’s a secret, but he’s as handsome as yours.”

The audacity of her words made my blood boil, but I refused to let her see me falter. Instead, I maintained a blank expression.

“Anyway,” she chirped, “can I add you on IG? We should totally hang out sometime—maybe get facials together or something!”

I handed over my username without protest. “Sure,” I said simply.

After adding me, she linked her arm through mine as if we were old friends, rattling on about her boyfriend who gave her an apartment, a company, and even an island.

She did not realize her careless boasting provided me with valuable evidence to strengthen my case for divorce.

Finally, I interrupted her, forcing a polite smile. “Can you excuse me for a moment? I need to use the restroom.”

Julie’s eyes lit up. “Oh, perfect timing! I need to go too. Let’s go together.”

Reluctantly, I let her follow me.

But, as we reached the restroom door, Julie accidentally dropped her bag, scattering its contents.

Among the items was an ultrasound photo. She bent down to gather her things, flashing me a smug smile.

“Oops, you saw my baby, right? Yes, I’m pregnant—with Anthony’s child.”

I knew it. She intended to mock me again.

But I did not give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Without a word, I stepped into the restroom, leaving her to pick up her things.

When I emerged, Julie was waiting at the sink, her voice as grating as ever.

“You are so lucky to have a husband like Anthony who is really romantic,” she said, as if we were gossiping about boys at a sleepover. “But unfortunately, you can’t give him satisfaction. He even said that touching every inch of my body gave her more pleasure than yours.

“Oh, and Mrs. Harris, didn’t you see us in the elevator? That’s actually our habit, so don’t act surprised by that when you find out later.

“And wasn’t that you at the hospital? Or did I mistake you for someone else? But we really checked on our baby there, it’s been 4 weeks.”

She leaned closer, her voice lowering mockingly. “What’s certain is that we’ll be a family soon, so can I call you Daisy instead of Mrs. Harris?”

Her words sent a surge of anger through me, but I kept my composure, clutching my bag tightly as I stayed at the restroom.

When I opened the door, she had gone, so I washed my hand on the sink angrily. I swear I would yank her hair if I saw her later.

But when I returned to the party, my blood ran cold.

I stood at the door and watched the scene happening inside. It was simply disgusting.