My Husband Looked at His Secretary for One More Time, So I Divorced Him

At the company's IPO press conference, my husband, Chris Morgan, looked at his female secretary more than once.

I turned around and left and made an appointment for an abortion.

At the same time, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.

Chris received the email and called me to question me, his tone was angry.

"What a joke, just because I looked at Linda more than once?"

"Yes, it's because you looked at her." I replied shortly.

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The live broadcast of the press conference on the screen continued.

Chris took the microphone from Linda Portland with a smile and continued with her opening remarks.

"Thanks to me as a secretary, all the big and small projects of the company have passed through her hands in the past ten years. I have seen how hard she has worked over the years."

"Taking advantage of today's opportunity, everyone is here, I announce that I will transfer 20% of my shares to Linda Portland. From now on, we are not only superiors and subordinates, but also partners. I hope she will continue to work hard in the future."

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar at the scene.

Then, thunderous applause.

The blessing made Linda cry and Chris smiled then handed her a tissue.

Just one glance, Chris's eyes made me sure that this man no longer belonged to me.

He easily wiped out my ten years of hard work with two sentences.

He put the credit that belonged to me on another woman's head.

He was unkind first, so I was unjust and had no burden.

I took out my mobile phone and made an appointment for an abortion.

Then, I dialed the number that I knew by heart.

"Does the cooperation you talked about last time still count? I want to join. There is only one condition, the company's management rights must be in my hands and I hold 50% of the shares."

The other party agreed immediately, with a joking tone.

"Miss Lincoln, have you figured it out? Shares are easy to talk about. As long as I can invite you, this great Buddha, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"But I'm really curious. When you graduated, you said you didn't want to work with me at all. I've been waiting for you for ten years. Why did you suddenly change your nature today?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. You talk too much nonsense."

I rolled my eyes, took the keys and drove out, heading straight to the hospital.

After the operation, I took a taxi back home.

I walked in with Chris. He saw the shirts I wore yesterday still piled on the sofa and frowned.

"Why didn't you wash the clothes?"

Turning to look at the dining table, his face darkened.

"You didn't cook either. Are you feeling unwell today?"

I covered my stomach, the pain made me not want to talk, I just looked down at my phone.

A simple shake of the head was a response.

Chris handed me a packaging box and ordered neatly, "Then do it now. Make one more portion today. I'll take it to the company. The press conference just ended and I have to work overtime tonight."

He continued after a pause, "Linda come with me. I can't let the employees work hungry."

In the past, I would take the initiative to help him with all the housework without him asking.

During the day, I was the marketing manager and worked hard with him in the business world.

At night, I was a housewife, I had to wash and cook for him and serve his temper.

Ten years have passed like this.

But now, I felt it was boring.

After he finished speaking, I just sneered and didn't move.

"Sorry, I can't do it. Besides, didn't you eat outside? I'm not just talking about food."

Chris's calm face suddenly darkened.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I've been busy all day, do I have to see your cold face when I come back at night? Do I owe you?"

"Knowing that today is our wedding anniversary, didn't I bring you a gift? Can you stop being so sarcastic? When will you understand my difficulties?"

My eyes fell on the box and I reached out to open it. There was a 1gram lipstick inside, pitifully small.

My phone happened to see the brand's advertising video. This little thing was a gift from the Valentine's Day gift box. I almost laughed at my own humbleness.

Chris's face was a little ugly and he forced himself to respond, "I know you don't usually wear makeup and I looked through all the major brands to buy this gram, so don't be silly."

I ignored his words. The alarm rang and I took handfuls of medicine.

Chris's face changed and he quickly took the medicine bottle away.

"What are you doing? Don't you know that you can't take medicine randomly when you are pregnant?"

Seeing that my expression was wrong, Chris softened his tone and threw the lipstick aside.

"Okay, okay, if you don't like this color, just throw it away. Can't I buy it for you again? Belle, you are not alone now. Being angry will affect the development of the baby."

After saying that, I put the printed divorce agreement on the table.

"The agreement is ready. You can sign it when you are free. Also, I don't have time to serve your little secretary. Since you spoil her so much, why not hire a nanny for her directly."

Chris was busy with all kinds of things, so I naturally couldn’t trouble him with such a small matter as drafting an agreement.

But after hearing this, he directly sank his face and stood up suddenly.

"Divorce? Are you kidding? Just because I glanced at Linda at the press conference? She is just my secretary. You recruited her into the company. If we had anything, we would have already. Why wait until now? Can you stop making trouble?"

After saying that, his eyes fell on my belly and he lowered his head as if he accepted his fate.

"I know that pregnant women are emotionally unstable. I have tried my best to take care of you, but don't go too far."

The leather shoes stepped directly on the carpet and the dust left a glaring mark behind him.

I almost blurted out a reminder to him in the next second.

Reacting, I swallowed the words in my throat and laughed at myself.

He was always like this, not caring about the results of my labor and my efforts.

Now that I was leaving, what happened to him had nothing to do with me.

Looking up at him, I nodded calmly.

"Yes, it's because you looked at her. Isn't that reason enough? Chris, I said before we got married that I can't tolerate any sand in my eyes, but now you have changed, so there is no need for us to continue."

Chris frowned and he was about to explode in anger in the next second.

I spoke again, "Also, the child has been aborted, don't worry, he won't become an obstacle to you. I won't compete with your Linda for shares. Sign it when you have time, express it to me, the address is on it."

After saying that, I turned around and left without paying attention to his frozen figure.

I heard his heartbreaking shouting behind me, "Belle, if you dare to leave today, don't even think about entering the door in the future!"

The corner of his lips curled up with a sneer.

He used this sentence to imprison me for ten years. I kept bowing my head and apologizing.

In return, there was no understanding, only his further advance. He thought I would turn around and admit my mistakes like before.

But as soon as the voice fell, my pace quickened. Not entering the door was exactly what I want.

Divorcing because of the look my husband gave his secretary sounded too unbelievable.

But only I knew how much affection that look contained.

This was a secret between Chris and me.

When I first met him, I was still struggling in school.

I was bullied by classmates and insulted by teachers.

Chris was a transfer student with a handsome appearance. He attracted everyone's attention as soon as he arrived.

My classmates reminded him to stay away from me. They said I was the daughter of a mistress, a natural vixen and a bitch.

Chris said nothing, but his eyes became deeper and deeper when he looked at me.

When changing seats, the whole class isolated me and no one wanted to sit at the same table with me. They moved my desk and chair to the trash can.

Only Chris stood up and said he wanted to sit with me. I noticed that he approached me intentionally or unintentionally. But my humility made me dare not think too much.

He took a step forward, I retreated. Every time we meet deliberately, I always flee in embarrassment.

But I didn't expect that Chris would chase me directly to my house.

My father broke one of my legs, so I took sick leave. He came to my house with his homework, but my parents quarreled.

In fact, my mother was the original wife and my father emptied her dowry and cheated all the money. He also wanted to divorce her and make her leave the house.

In order to make my mother retreat, he brought his mistress to the city. The name of a vixen hit my mother hard.

The mistress lived downstairs and every time he passed by, my father would always look at her deeply. Every time I saw her, I would be beaten up when I got home.

In order to buy medicine for me, my mother ran wildly in slippers on a rainy night and finally died under the wheels of a truck.

My father was happy for a long time and he didn't come back all night. The next day, he couldn't wait to bring his mistress home.

Because I was at home, they could only communicate with their eyes. Every time I accidentally saw my father's eyes, I would get goose bumps all over my body.

Until the day I became an adult, my father looked at me with the same eyes.

That night, he wanted to lock my door and I knocked him unconscious with a bottle of wine.

On the way to escape, I ran into Chris who came to deliver my homework.

My father held a kitchen knife and forced us into the alley.

A second before the knife fell on my head, Chris rushed up.

Finally, the police car and ambulance arrived at the same time.

Chris's shoulder was broken and the bone was visible. But he was still smiling at me.

"Belle, you will be safe from now on." After saying this, he fainted.

I stayed up all night with him. After he woke up, we were together naturally. I was crying and touching the gauze on his shoulder.

"You love me very much, I can see it. I can read a person's heart through his eyes. If your eyes change one day, I will take the initiative to leave."

Eighteenyearold Chris raised his other arm with difficulty and rubbed my head, "Little fool, you will never see it in this life."

I knew he didn’t believe me. I never thought that one day this sentence would come true.

After that night, the scolding against me in the school completely disappeared.

All my classmates were particularly enthusiastic about me.

Chris raised his chin proudly, like a peacock with its tail spread.

"See, I told you, you are very charming, everyone will like you. Don't be unconfident, as long as I am here, you are a noble little princess."

He took me and washed away the haze of the past little by little. He taught me to get out of inferiority and look up at the sun.

A month later, I met him chasing a gangster and beating him in the alley outside the door.

"I told you to bully Belle, do you know you're wrong?"

"Belle likes strawberryflavored cakes, do you understand what I mean?"

"Get lost now!"

The memories became blurred and I could no longer remember the look in the boy's eyes.

I returned to the apartment where I lived before marriage alone and rested for three days.

Chris did not send a single message.

The company group chat popped up discussions from time to time.

"Linda has become a shareholder of the company? Has she become a phoenix? Is she about to get married with Mr. Morgan?"

"Need I say that? Didn't you see that Mr. Morgan asked Linda to go to the office every day? What else can a man and a woman do when they are alone?"

"Why call her Linda? Call her Mrs. Morgan. I don't want to get along with you!"

"What about Miss Lincoln? Doesn't she like Mr. Morgan too"

"Come on, she can't even put on makeup. Which man can like such a woman? Aren't there many unrequited loves in the company?"

When we chose to marry in secret, he said he didn't want to be gossiped by employees. Now it seemed that it was just to make it easier to get out of it.

On the fourth day, I went to work as usual. I came just to submit a resignation application to the HR department.

She looked at me in surprise.

"Miss Lincoln, do you want to resign? Does Mr. Morgan know? I dare not approve your resignation application. Everyone knows that you are a veteran of the company. If you leave, won't it be like breaking Mr. Morgan's arm?"

As soon as the voice fell, a colleague's contemptuous voice came from outside the door.

"What can't be approved? You are too embarrassed to stay."

"After all, the projects that have been handled were successfully signed after being handed over to Linda. If I were her, I would have packed up and left long ago!"

"The project that Linda signed this time directly put the company on the market. Can Belle do it? It's a compliment to say that she is a vase, it's just a toilet!"

The projects she mentioned were all the plans I rushed out day and night. But every time at the last minute, Chris would hand it over to Linda.

Suppressing all the grievances, I smiled and looked up, "Yes, you are right, so I am going to resign. Please make a way for me."

"I hope the company will move towards new glory under the leadership of Linda. With Linda here, everyone's salary will definitely rise."

"Who are you showing your sarcasm to? I have been annoyed with you for a long time. You are a manager and you think you are the boss's wife?"

A colleague was very angry and wanted to rush up to me. But he was stopped by the people next to him.

"Okay, why waste time with such a person? She can't do her job well and she can't hold on to men. She is still a leftover woman at an old age. She will suffer in the future!"

Ignoring everyone's reaction, I took the elevator with my resignation application.

The elevator door slowly closed and I was exhausted. I squatted down and hugged my legs tightly.

Ten seconds later, I stood up again and resumed my vigorous and resolute appearance in the past.

I walked straight into the office.

Linda was eating potato chips on Chris's sofa.

"Miss Lincoln? No, sisterinlaw, why are you here?"

As a secretary, Linda was the only person in the company who knew my identity. Chris explained that it was convenient for her to arrange work.

But ten years later, I didn't see any convenience in work. It was convenient for her to provoke me.

My eyes swept across the crumbs on the sofa and I just felt ironic.

In the past, when I entered his office, even drinking a cup of coffee was a luxury. He always said that he was afraid that I would dirty the carpet and the sofa. He was afraid that it would affect the appearance of his company.

Now it was Linda and he had no taboos.

Chris saw me coming in and his face instantly turned cold.

"Don't you know how to knock? Can't you see I'm busy? Go out and knock again!"

Linda threw the bag of potato chips on the ground and hurried forward to comfort him, "Don't be angry, Mr. Morgan. Belle didn't mean it. She was just anxious. Besides, we are a family. What will the employees outside think if you let Belle go out?"

I glanced at her coldly, "When did you have the right to speak here?"

Linda's charming expression froze on her face and tears burst out of her eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made Belle angry. I'm leaving now."

She had just taken two steps when Chris grabbed her wrist.

"Stop, it's not her turn to make decisions in my office. Stand here today and see who dares to let you out!"

He looked up at me with a provocative look.

"What? You know you're wrong? Come to beg me now? It's too late!"

I clenched the paper in my hand.

"Sorry, I'm here to get the divorce agreement."

The remaining selfesteem made me not want to expose my vulnerability in front of Linda.

After lying subconsciously, Linda's face changed.

She walked quickly to me and took my hand.

"Belle, don't be impulsive. Do you want a divorce because of me? What did I do wrong? I can apologize to you. If it doesn't work, I can resign and leave. Don't quarrel because of me!"

Chris's patience has reached its limit and his tone suppressed anger, "Belle, I said that Linda and I have nothing. Believe it or not! You want a divorce, right? Okay, just don't regret it!"

His tone was furious, "Before you leave, change all the project leaders under your name to Linda, return the bonus to the company and go wherever you want. I will never stop you!"

My eyes were red and I looked at him in disbelief. "That's what I got after countless nights. Why do you want me to give it to her?"

Chris didn't even look at me and turned his back irritably. He lit the cigarette at his fingertips.

Linda saw the right time and bumped into the corner of the table.

Blood instantly seeped out of her forehead and her face turned pale,

"Belle... I have admitted my mistake. I don't want the project, I don't want anything, is that okay? I'm leaving, I'm leaving the company now, don't embarrass Mr. Morgan..."

Before I could react, Chris had already picked me up.

He glared at me and slapped me in the face.

"Belle, Linda has apologized. You're not done yet, are you?"

"It's my patience with you over the years that has made you unable to recognize your position. Okay, if you want a divorce, I'll sign it now!"

The resignation application in my hand fell on the table, overlapping with the divorce agreement.

Chris didn't even look at it and signed three names neatly.

I was left the office when Chris held Linda’s back.

A gust of wind blew by and I wiped the tears from my face.

I went downstairs and took a taxi to the airport.

In the hospital, Chris treated Linda's wound and felt inexplicably irritated.

Thinking of the project that I had worked hard on for half a year, he forced himself to calm down. He knew that the project was the most important to me, so he deliberately mentioned that I should change the person in charge, because he was sure that she would not agree.

In this way, he thought I could refuse the divorce naturally. But he didn't expect that he signed impulsively just now.

After thinking for a long time, Chris sent me a message tentatively.

"There is a problem with the project. Come to the office later and we will talk face to face."

A glaring red exclamation mark occupied the sight.

The next second, the subordinate called in.

"Mr. Morgan, it's bad. All the projects of the company have been poached!"

"The other party used the same plan as us and even knew our bottom price!"