Where Flames Consume Love

I didn't expect Johanna's stay at the villa to be absolute hell for me.

She was clumsy and would sometimes accidentally spill freshly boiled soup on me.

She would offer to give me a massage, but she would deliberately press hard on my stomach every time, making me grit my teeth in agony.

She also prepared the foods I hated the most.

After she accidentally spilled an entire glass of ice water on me again, I finally reached my limit and stood up to slap her harshly.

Unexpectedly, Frank happened to come in at that very moment and witness this.

He immediately rushed forward to protect Johanna. He cradled her swollen cheek in distress, then turned to me with a stormy expression. "Apologize to her, Darcy."

I just found the situation ridiculous. "She was the one who splashed water on me. Why should I apologize to her?"

Furthermore, I still had burn scars on my legs from the last time she scalded me with boiling soup.

Frank's expression darkened further at my refusal. He just grabbed me by the wrist and forcefully dragged me over to Johanna.

"If you don't apologize to her today, you can forget about being named as the designer of that necklace."

I turned pale and bit my lip. I knew Frank was being serious about this.

He always kept to his word and treated everyone in the company equally. Even when I made a mistake at work, he would always criticize and punish me accordingly.

He always kept our marriage a secret because he was worried about showing partial treatment at the company.

Despite his insistence on impartiality, he made Johanna his personal assistant on her first day at the company. He had also given her the creative director position I had spent five years working for.

He could treat everyone, including me, with impartiality.

Yet, he was biased toward Johanna when I was clearly the person he had been married to for seven years.

I closed my eyes in suffering before finally saying reluctantly to Johanna, "Sorry."

I saw her smile faintly before quickly putting on a feeble expression. "It's alright, Ms. Cowell. I forgive you. I'm also willing to give you all the credit for the necklace."

Frank glared at me out of the corner of his eye, then looked down at the overturned glass of water.

"Get someone to clean it up. Watch out since you're pregnant. Still, you should really learn from Johanna's generosity."

He then left with Johanna.

I watched their retreating backs as I silently cleared the water and glass shards from the floor. In the end, I accidentally cut my finger on the shards.

At that moment, I suddenly received a message from the company's HR department. "Your resignation has been approved, Ms. Cowell. We wish you a happy life in the future."