fter my husband ordered a bowl of congee specifically for his assistant, I decisively filed for divorce

At his daughter’s first birthday party, the husband ordered a separate dish for his 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, Alexander laughed out of anger.

"There were hundreds of dishes at the First Birthday Party, but you only stared at Sophia's dish?"

"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 husband's assistant took the seat that originally belonged to me.

She was wearing a dress of the same color as Alexander's, and her every move and gesture acted like a hostess.

"Assistant Sophia and the boss look like a perfect match."

"The boss works with Assistant Sophia every day, and they might 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, Sophia apologized.

"Sisterinlaw, it's all my fault that I spilled red wine on your clothes due to my clumsiness."

"You won't blame me?"

Without waiting for my response, Alexander 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 Alexander for being considerate towards his colleagues.

"Just now the girl said she had a stomachache, so Mr. Alexander ordered some porridge for her."

"Her feet were rubbed and bleeding, and Alexander always put a bandaid on them for her."

"The lady must be lucky to have such a thoughtful man."

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

Alexander 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 daughter, please don't talk about me."

Alexander spoke calmly without any explanation.

The First Birthday Party was about to start, and he stopped me from getting up.

"I forgot to tell you, I've already decided on the person to be Mia's godmother."

Without waiting for my reaction, Sophia put up a Protective Locket for Mia.

She placed a kiss on the side of her daughter's face and said, "I will be Mia's mother from now on."

Looking up, the defiance in her eyes was clearly visible.

Keep everything simple.

Alexander suddenly interrupted the process when it was almost over.

"According to the rules, Mia should give Sophia the Bow to become her godmother today."

“Bow?” I frowned. “Mia is only one year old. Bow is prone to choking and brain damage.”

"Can you please think before you speak?"

Alexander said in a bad tone, "Is it because Mia can't do it, or are you still skeptical about the choice of Mia's godmother?!"

"Okay, Mr. Alexander, I've already sent the Protective Locket, so the ceremony is complete."

Sophia interrupted our quarrel, and the man who had been arguing with me just a second ago immediately calmed down.

"Can I send a few words of blessing to Mia?"

With Alexander's tacit gaze, the microphone was placed in Sophia's hands.

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

Sophia smiled.

"I heard Mia was a testtube baby."

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

"Test tube babies must be very delicate. Thank you sisterinlaw for taking care of them."

"Oh, by the way, Mia knows that she is from the laboratory..."

There was a crisp sound.

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

I hit her head and it tilted, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Another crisp sound.

Alexander said coldly, "This is returned to you on behalf of Sophia."

After that, he picked up Sophia 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 putting the child to sleep, I lay on the sofa with my cheeks wet.

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.

Alexander reached out to touch my face, but I dodged him.

"I was wrong, Evelyn." He knelt on the ground and gently rubbed his face against my knees.

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

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

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

In the moonlight, I saw the lipstick mark on the back of Alexander's collar.

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

"Alexander, let's get a divorce."

"divorce?"

Alexander's expression was frozen. He took the agreement and read it over and over again.

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

"Are you crazy Evelyn?"

"Mia just turned one, and you want to divorce 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 princess temper subside?"

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

"Family harmony comes first!"

He 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.

Alexander subconsciously took out his wallet, his movements frozen as if paused.

"You gave your bandaid to Sophia, right?"

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

Facing my questioning, he was calm.

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

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

"Evelyn, you're making a big deal out of nothing!"

Alexander spoke so loudly that he woke the sleeping child.

The crying echoed throughout the living room.

Looking at his frowning brows, I asked,

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

The sudden question made Alexander freeze in his tracks.

There was a hint of sarcasm on his lips. How could he know where the milk powder was?

After having a child, Alexander always thought that taking care of the child was my job.

It has nothing to do with him as a father.

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."

Alexander was still trying to argue, but I reached out and touched his face that I had loved so much.

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

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

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

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

Even the pen was broken in half.

A luxury brand bag was quietly placed on the table.

That was what Alexander had hidden behind him as soon as he entered the room.

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

My eyes darkened.

After I became a mother, all the gifts Alexander gave me were related to children.

He wanted to trap me under the title of "Mia Mom" ​​step by step.

Two almost overlapping notification tones came from the phone.

There is news from the firm I communicated with before.

"I heard that Evelyn has temporarily retired due to having a baby. I didn't expect that she would contact us on her 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.

【I am Sophia.】

The moment I passed, her message came.

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

Sophia said nothing except this photo.

I understand her subtext.

A little girl who just graduated and has nothing.

She had given Alexander everything she could.

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, Alexander and I became the only two students in our small town who were admitted to a key high school.

Alexander'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 father the news.

There were three or five wine bottles at his feet. He looked at me while clinking glasses with the matchmaker.

"Damn it, Claire died a long time ago, leaving me with nothing but a moneyloser like this."

"Luckily, I look like Claire, so I should be able to get a good price, right?"

Alexander 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 Father's flattering voice came,

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

They looked at me as if I were a commodity.

I lowered my head in embarrassment, tears falling uncontrollably.

"I'm not going to school anymore. I have to get married."

"Do you want to get married?" Alexander's voice came muffled.

The response was drowned in tears.

That night, Alexander climbed up to the seventh floor with his bare hands. Under the night sky, his eyes were brighter than the stars.

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

Since I was a child, I was taught to listen to adults.

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

In high school, I was ostracized and laughed at because of my accent and the way I dressed.

Alexander was cheerful and sunny, and he quickly became friends with his city classmates.

Sensing my resistance to him, Alexander pulled me to a corner with a sullen face.

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

"Don't hate me."

Suddenly I seemed to have the confidence.

All the anxiety exploded at that moment.

I cried miserably, and he waited quietly for me to vent all my emotions.

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

Every day he accompanies me to drink white porridge.

Facing the strange looks from his classmates, Alexander remained calm and resolute.

"I'm from a small place too. If you look down on Evelyn, you're looking down on me."

Alexander and I had the same score in the college entrance examination.

Tentatively, I asked Alexander which exam he wanted to take.

He answered without hesitation, "I'll go wherever you go."

Alexander's love is passionate and sincere.

"Do you like..."

Just as I was about to ask, Father suddenly appeared in my sight.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"I finally found you."

"The moneyloser has grown up and learned to elope with men, right?!"

A steel pipe as thick as an arm was swung towards me, and Alexander stepped in front of me to block it.

He pressed me tightly under him, depriving me of my sight. All I could feel was the increasingly thicker smell of blood in the air.

When Alexander was taken to the ambulance, his eyes narrowed in pain and his voice was weak.

"Yes, I like you."

"Will you stay with me?"

Father was sentenced to three years for intentional injury.

Alexander still had nails in his hands when he went to school at Metropolis.

After graduation, we decided to start a business and shared a bowl of porridge in a small basement.

My courage was divided between the night when I escaped with him, the time when I confessed my love to him in the ambulance, and the time when I insisted on starting a business despite knowing the difficulties.

So now I see the photos Sophia sent me.

I don't have the courage left to face it.

The young man who ate porridge and side dishes with me eventually got lost in the world of sex and pleasure.

It took a week to pack up my daughter's and my things.

Alexander didn't come home during this period, but I never stopped hearing about him.

Alexander took Sophia to a business banquet, and they held hands throughout the whole process to show their intimacy.

He bought a whole line of new products from a luxury brand just to make Sophia smile.

According to the press release, Alexander booked the top floor of the Orchid Hotel, and after having dinner with Sophia, they watched a whole fireworks show that belonged only to them on the terrace.

Heart paralysis causes dull pain.

Alexander's highprofile behavior during this period has successfully made the headline "Alexander Group President suspected of divorce" stay at the top of the hot list for a long time.

There are many comments below.

[If I were President Alexander, I would also choose an assistant. Youth is an asset.]

[They dared to appear in the public eye like this, they might have divorced long ago. ]

[I wanted to say this before, Mrs. Alexander aged a lot after giving birth.]

[Still a good match for the assistant. ]

An entertainment reporter once reported that Alexander and I were about to get divorced.

Before the manuscript was sent out, Alexander intercepted it.

After making that reporter apologize publicly, his name was never seen in the news again.

Alexander knows that I care, and he pays special attention to every movement on the Internet.

Now it feels like the curtain has fallen on our marriage early.

I arrived at my workstation and saw a mountain of documents on my desk.

I took a week off and Alexander didn't ask about my whereabouts.

I pushed the documents aside and called my assistant.

When the legal director's badge was hung around her neck, Mary's pupils dilated.

"I will transfer the authority to you later."

"Tell the company system not to transfer documents that Alexander doesn't have time to approve to the legal department."

"Sister Evelyn, you wouldn't really always..."

"Yeah." I pursed my lips, "We're done."

After dealing with all the piled up documents, I went to the top floor with the divorce agreement.

As I got out of the elevator, I could hear a group of people laughing and talking from a distance.

"Sophia, you are so lowkey. I heard everything from Mary today."

"Yes, no one else can be Mrs. Alexander except you."

"All that's left is to officially announce your identity. We're all waiting for that day when you'll come to protect us."

Sophia sat in the assistant seat with a big smile on her face.

Seeing me, she said without any surprise, "Sister Evelyn, are you looking for Mr. Alexander?"

A week later, Alexander's office was filled with all kinds of mannequins and women's dresses.

Sophia smiled at me and said, "Boss Alexander is taking me to a dinner party today."