The Secret My Wife Hid in the Safe

She knew my tolerance for alcohol was low and had told me before that I didn't need to worry about drinking at such dinners. Yet now, she was personally forcing me to drink.

Mr. Walker smiled kindly. "It's okay. If he doesn't want to drink, that's fine. I'm just stepping out for a moment; you all go ahead and eat."

Agnes' voice turned icy. "Do you really want to ruin this deal?"

My heart trembled, and I lowered my voice as I looked at her. "I took cefalexin."

She froze for a second but quickly laughed mockingly. "Stop making excuses. Drink up and get the deal signed. If we lose this partnership, don't blame me for turning hostile."

The girl who once loved me wholeheartedly was long gone. Her love for me had completely faded away.

When Mr. Walker returned, Agnes pretended to be affectionate and held the wine glass to my lips. "River's in a mood with me, but it seems he'll only drink if I feed him myself."

Mr. Walker chuckled warmly. "Seeing how well you two get along puts me at ease. A couple must work together to go far. I get what you're saying, don't worry—the deal is still yours."

Agnes' eyes sparkled with joy, and she immediately urged. "Well, aren't you going to toast Mr. Walker? We should thank him for his generosity."

I looked at her expressionlessly. "Are you sure you want me to drink?"

Milan taunted. "What's a grown man whining about a little alcohol for? Come on!"

With that, he lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp.

Agnes' face darkened, and she leaned in close, whispering harshly in my ear, "You want a divorce, don't you? Fine, drink this, and I'll divorce you. Don't drink, and you can sue for divorce—I'll drag it out for a year or more if I have to."

After hearing that, what was there left to misunderstand?

If she didn't want an amicable parting, then she couldn't blame me for resorting to tricks.

Smiling, I took the glass. "Alright, here's to all of you, thank you for your care."

Seeing me finish the drink, Agnes finally looked satisfied and averted her gaze.

But within ten minutes, my face went pale, and I collapsed to the floor, looking extremely unwell.

Mr. Walker panicked, almost jumping out of his seat. "What's going on?! Call an ambulance, now!"

I coughed weakly, barely able to muster the strength to look at Agnes. "I told you, I took cefalexin. Well, you got what you wanted. Please, just leave me alone from now on."

With those words, I passed out. Mr. Walker, furious, turned to Agnes. "What the hell? You knew he took cefalexin, and you still forced him to drink? Didn't I say it was fine if he didn't drink? Were you trying to kill him?"

Agnes was flustered. "No, I didn't know... I thought he was just making excuses..."

Milan quickly chimed in. "River always jokes around, Agnes didn't expect him to actually have taken cefalexin—it's his fault for not making it clear."

Mr. Walker wasn't having any of it. "Enough! No more excuses. There's no way he'd joke about his life!"

The ambulance arrived swiftly, and as they were about to leave, Mr. Walker turned to them with a cold expression, leaving behind one final remark.

"There were always rumors about you and Mr. Walsh, but I never believed them. I even thought of using this opportunity to help you and River get back together. Now, it seems unnecessary."

"Our future collaborations are also unnecessary."

As I was being lifted onto the ambulance, I saw Agnes standing there, stunned and lost.

In fact, I had secretly poured most of the alcohol onto my sleeve, only drinking a small portion, but the effect was still strong.

After inducing vomiting, I was sent for gastric lavage.

Mr. Walker stayed by my side the entire time. Since my parents passed away, he has been the only person who has been unconditionally good to me.

After losing the partnership, Agnes was swamped, rushing to handle the backlog of goods, with no time to bother me.

Yet, she still had flowers sent to my hospital room to apologize.

A week later, she suddenly barged into my hospital room, furious.

"River! You set me up?!"