Chapter 2No More Us, Ex-Husband

According to him, I had to be grateful that he only cheated on one person.

He turned to look at Susan and his tone softened instantly, "You go to rest first, don't be afraid, I will solve it."

But Susan took a step forward, revealing a section of her neck with hickeys under her messy hair.

"Madam, don't be angry with Mr. Douglas, it's all my fault."

Of course, she was at fault for interfering in other people's marriages. Did she still want me to comfort her?

Slap!

Before Susan could finish her words, I slapped her hard on the face.

"It's not your turn to speak here yet."

Susan was stunned, covering her face, her eyes filled with tears.

Maxime and Fabian outside the door were stunned at the same time.

Because they had long been accustomed to my calm and self-possessed appearance no matter how cruel the patient was.

After reacting, Susan's body softened and she fell into Maxime's arms.

She cried regardless, letting her foundation and lipstick rub against Maxime's shirt.

Although Maxime was a little uncomfortable, he patiently comforted her, his eyes full of heartache.

Seeing this scene, I remembered.

Because Maxime thought it was dirty, I stayed anonymous for six years, even the wedding was no exception.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?"

I met his furious gaze and smiled ferociously. "I just do what Mrs. Douglas should do."

"The Douglas Family does not allow third parties to enter the house."

Maxime didn't even read the divorce agreement and asked Fabian to throw it into the shredder.

Since he refused to leave, I would force him to leave. No one knew better than me how to break him.

I kicked all the shoes at home and poured the loach I just bought into the bathtub, even spilled the soup on the pure white carpet.

The entire villa was instantly filled with a fishy and greasy smell.

In the past, Maxime would have changed everything in the entire house. Then soak himself in disinfectant water and rub for three hours.

I sneered and sat in the messy living room waiting for him, waiting for him to throw the divorce agreement in my face unbearably.

But until twelve o'clock in the morning, there was no movement at the door.

The phone screen lit up and Susan sent a photo from Maxime's phone.

Maxime sat on the greasy plastic stool at the roadside stall and shared a bowl of snail noodles with Susan.

[He said he was willing to give it a try for my sake.]

My stomach was churning.

That year, he vomited all night just because I was smeared with the scent of fireworks from a roadside stall.

So I ate white food with him for six years, until the sight of red oil made me want to vomit.

But it turned out that he could sit in the night market with paper towels and plastic spoons all over the floor for Susan.

I sat there all night until my tears ran dry and then I called the group’s Human Resources phone number.

"As a Director, I ask you to fire Susan immediately."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before he hesitated and said, "Mr. Douglas specifically stated that any personnel transfer made by Miss Mason must be approved by him."

My fingers holding the phone were cold.

The next second, Maxime's call came in. "Amber, how long will you continue to make trouble?"

"What, as a shareholder, I can't fire a front office guy?"

"She's the only one who can't. So, Amber, please reflect on this."

They were the ones having fun, but he thought it was me who needed to reflect.

But I had never been an obedient person.

Early the next morning, I posted intimate photos of Maxime and Susan all over the headquarters building.

The passionate kiss in the car, the entanglement in the office and the feeding at the roadside stall.