After My Wife Ordered a Bowl of Porridge Specifically for Her Assistant, I Filed for Divorce

At my son's first birthday banquet, my wife ordered a separate dish for the assistant.

Without a moment's hesitation, I sent a message to my lawyer friend and asked him to draft a divorce agreement.

Seeing the agreement, Evelyn Wright laughed out of anger.

"There were hundreds of dishes at the first birthday banquet, and you only stared at Noah's?"

"Can you please curb your possessiveness?"

"Whatever you say," I said calmly, "I'm going to get a divorce anyway."

When I hurried back to the banquet hall, my wife's assistant took the seat that originally belonged to me.

He was wearing a suit of the same color as Evelyn's, and his every move and gesture acted like a host.

"Mr. Noah and Ms. Wright look like a perfect match."

"Ms. Wright works with Assistant Ren every day, and they may even live together."

When I heard the company employee's words, my heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

Seeing me coming back, Noah Clarke apologized.

"Brotherinlaw, it's all my fault that I spilled red wine on your clothes."

"You won't blame me?"

Before I could respond, Evelyn spoke first.

"Don't I know what you are like?"

"Go sit at table number three. I ordered you a bowl of porridge."

Everyone praised Evelyn for being considerate to her colleagues.

"Just now the boy said he had a stomachache, so Ms. Wright ordered porridge for him."

"His foot was rubbed and bleeding, and Ms. Wright helped him put on a bandaid."

"Noah must be lucky to have such a thoughtful woman."

I smiled on the surface, but my nails dug deep into my palms.

Evelyn used to hate stupidity more than anyone else.

Sometimes he would get angry and fire his assistant just because he had an extra name tag.

I haven't seen such patience for a long time.

"Today's protagonist is my son, please don't talk about me."

Evelyn spoke calmly, without any explanation.

The first birthday banquet was about to start, and she stopped me from getting up.

"I forgot to tell you that I have already decided on the candidate for Ethangodfather."

Without waiting for my reaction, Noah put a safety lock on Ethan.

He placed a kiss on the side of his son's face, "I will be Ethan's father from now on."

Looking up, the provocation in his eyes was clearly visible.

Keep everything simple.

Evelyn suddenly interrupted the process when it was almost over.

"According to the rules, Ethan should kowtow to Noah to be the godfather today."

"Kowtow?" I frowned. "Ethan is only one year old. Kowtow can easily lead to suffocation and brain damage."

"Can you please think before you speak?"

Evelyn said in a bad tone, "Is it that Ethan can't do it, or do you have a grudge against Ethangodfather as a candidate?!"

"Okay Ms. Wright, I've already delivered the safety lock, so the ceremony is complete."

Noah interrupted our quarrel, and the woman who had been arguing with me the previous second immediately calmed down.

"I want to send a few words of blessing to Ethan, is that okay?"

With Evelyn's tacit gaze, the microphone was placed in Noah's hand.

I glanced across the table, and the wine glass with some red wine remaining on it was particularly eyecatching.

Noah smiled.

"I heard Ethan is a testtube baby."

"Now that I look closely, it really lacks some human touch."

"The testtube baby must be very delicate. It's hard for my brotherinlaw to take care of her."

"Oh, by the way, Ethan knows he's from the lab..."

There was a crisp sound.

I walked off the stage and slapped Noah in the face.

I hit him and his head tilted, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Another crisp sound.

Evelyn said coldly, "This is for you on behalf of Noah."

After that, she took Noah and left the venue.

The scene was silent.

Try to put on a decent smile,

"Everyone can eat now."

When I got home, the left side of my face was still slightly hot.

After coaxing the child to sleep, I lay on the sofa, feeling as if a piece of my chest had been hollowed out.

I felt like there were dozens of lemons beating in my heart.

Sour. Swelling.

Even breathing became difficult.

It was not until late at night that the sound of the door being pushed open was heard.

Evelyn reached out to touch my face, but I dodged her.

"I was wrong, Alexander." She knelt on the ground and gently rubbed her face against my knees.

"But after all, you were the one who hit someone first."

"Noah was drunk and talking nonsense. How can you argue with a drunk person?"

She smiled at me, straightened up and rubbed my nose, "Will you forgive me?"

Under the moonlight, I smelled the men's perfume on Evelyn's collar.

I picked up the agreement on the table and handed it to him, my tone was filled with fatigue.

"Evelyn, let's get a divorce."

"divorce?"

Evelyn's expression was frozen as she took the agreement and read it over and over again.

After confirming that I was serious about filing for divorce, the agreement was thrown in my face.

"Are you crazy, Alexander Anderson?"

"Ethan just turned one, and you're divorcing me?"

"Do you think divorce can be accomplished with just a few words?"

"I know I was wrong today. I hit you, but everything has a cause and an effect."

"I've already apologized. When will your stubborn temper subside?"

"Get it straight. You're a father now."

"Family harmony comes first!"

She said a lot and didn't notice the tears falling from my eyes.

There was a stinging pain on my face, and the wounds left by the staples on my face were burned by my tears.

Evelyn subconsciously took out her wallet, her movements frozen as if paused.

"You gave your bandaid to Noah, right?"

"I even ordered a bowl of porridge for him."

Facing my questioning, she was calm.

"So what? It doesn't mean anything."

"Divorce over a bowl of porridge and a bandaid."

"Alexander, you're making a fuss!"

Evelyn spoke so loudly that she woke the sleeping child.

The crying echoed throughout the living room.

Seeing her frowning brows due to irritation, I asked,

"Do you know where Ethan's bottles and formula are?"

The sudden question made Evelyn freeze in place.

There was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. How could she know where the milk powder was?

After giving birth to the child, Evelyn has been cold towards Ethan.

During the breastfeeding period, she refused to feed Ethan and even refused to look at him.

"Giving birth to him has made me out of shape. I hate myself now!"

The scene of Evelyn going crazy emerged in my mind.

Holding the bottle, I signed my name on the agreement before entering the bedroom.

"You should sign it too, or I will file for divorce on the grounds that you cheated on me."

"You won't get any benefit then."

Evelyn was still trying to defend herself, but I reached out and touched her face that I had loved so much.

"Your mouth tastes like the red wine Noah drank today."

"What did you do with him? It's hard to guess."

I coaxed Ethan to sleep again, and when I came out, Evelyn was no longer in the living room.

She tore the agreement into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

A luxury brand bag was quietly placed on the table.

That was what Evelyn hid behind her as soon as she entered the room.

When I opened it, a limited edition luxury brand baby blanket appeared in front of me.

My eyes darkened.

After becoming a father, all the gifts Evelyn gave me were related to children.

She wanted to trap me step by step under the title of Ethan's father.

Two almost overlapping notification tones came from the phone.

There is news from the firm I communicated with before.

"I heard that Attorney Anderson had temporarily retired to take care of his children. I didn't expect that he would contact us on his own initiative."

"I believe that with your joining, we will be even more powerful."

“I wish us a pleasant cooperation.”

I replied to the message politely, exited the dialog box, and it showed that someone had added me as a friend.

The verification message is only five words long.

【My name is Noah.】

The moment I passed through, his message came.

There were spots of blood on one towel and traces of moisture on the bed sheet.

[Your wife said I could satisfy her better, so she wanted to give me her first time and had a hymen repair surgery.]

I understand his subtext.

A little boy who just graduated and has nothing.

Faced with Evelyn's advances, he thought he had won her whole heart and rushed over to show off his status.

Young people always have the courage of a moth flying into a flame.

Suddenly, I seemed to see myself when I was younger.

When I was sixteen, Evelyn and I became the only two students in the small town who were admitted to a key high school.

Evelyn's parents, who are middle school teachers, were so happy that they held banquets for three consecutive days.

But I didn't dare tell my parents the news.

When I was eight years old, my biological parents died early and I was adopted by my uncle.

The days of living under someone else's roof taught me early on how to read people's faces and do things accordingly.

There were three or five wine bottles at Uncle's feet. He looked at me while clinking glasses with Factory Manager Johnson.

"Damn it, my sister died a long time ago, leaving me with only a debt collector like you."

"Fortunately, it's a boy and he's strong. He should be able to get a good price, right?"

"Of course," Factory Manager Johnson responded, "He will give you 80% of his monthly salary and the remaining 10% will be the referral fee."

The two of us clinked glasses and chatted, and a few words described the trajectory of my life.

So Evelyn came to me excitedly and asked me when I would report.

I stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The door suddenly opened, and Uncle's flattering voice came,

"My boy is good in every way. As long as you are ready, I will send him over immediately."

They looked at me as if I were a commodity.

"I'm not going to school. I'm going to work."

"Do you want to learn?" Evelyn's voice came timidly.

The response was buried in silence.

That night, Evelyn secretly opened the door. Under the night sky, her eyes were brighter than the stars.

"I brought the money, let's go to school."

When my parents were dying, they endured the severe pain and taught me to listen to my uncle.

But at that time, I just wanted to hold Evelyn's hand.

In high school, my accent and attire drew ridicule.

Evelyn is cheerful and sunny, and she quickly becomes friends with her city classmates.

Evelyn noticed my resistance and pulled me to a corner with a sullen face.

"Alexander, if you don't like me playing with them, I'll only play with you."

"Don't hate me."

Suddenly I seemed to have the confidence.

All the anxiety exploded at that moment.

I cried silently, and she waited quietly for me to vent all my emotions.

From then on, Evelyn would find me eating alone in the corner of the cafeteria.

Every day she drinks simple rice porridge with me.

Facing the strange looks from her classmates, Evelyn remained calm and resolute.