Chapter 3No More Us, Ex-Husband

When Maxime came to the company, it was already too late.

"Let me just say that this receptionist has an unusual relationship with Mr. Douglas. I have seen them go out together several times."

"You're not old, but you have a lot of tricks. It's a pity that you went astray."

"Why is Mr. Douglas such a person? I really misjudged him. Isn't he a germophobe? Don't you mind being dirty?"

Maxime suddenly tore off the photos from the wall and looked at me with eyes that were tearing apart.

"Amber, what's the difference between you and an angry mad woman now?"

It turned out that he also knew that such a thing was disgraceful. If he knew that, why would he do it?

Everyone's eyes were on Susan's face and she covered her face and hid behind Maxime.

"Maxime, I'm too embarrassed to see anyone. Let's break up in the future."

I thought Maxime would clarify it for her, but he didn't.

In front of everyone, he took off his suit jacket and put it on Susan.

His eyes scanned the whole place with a sinister look.

"Have you seen enough?" He roared, "Starting today, Susan will be promoted from assistant to the president, with a salary increase of three times."

"She is mine. If anyone dares to say anything in the company, get out immediately."

No one dared to speak, they also had to eat. While Maxime was someone they couldn't afford to offend.

I lost.

The outcome of this matter, as Maxime said, “I became an incompetent and angry mad woman.”

When walking out of the company, Susan, who had been crying, spoke in my ear for a rare moment, "Thank you, otherwise Mr. Douglas wouldn't know how long he would hide me."

I returned to the most authoritative hospital in Valenzuela in despair.

The psychological clinic inside was the only place that belonged to me.

"Dr. Amber, that..."

My assistant stopped me and the nurse beside me was also whispering.

Although I was mentally prepared, when I opened the door, the sight in front of me still made my breath hitch.

The sofa was torn, the bookshelf had collapsed, broken glass and papers were strewn across the floor.

Maxime once spent a lot of money to buy the entire hospital because I was here to treat patients.

Now, he could also destroy it with his own hands because of my disobedience.

I slowly knelt down and picked up the medical records scattered on the floor.

A familiar photo emerged from the bottom folder.

In the photo, Maxime's eyes were timid and empty and his lips were pursed tightly.

At that time, he was severely mysophobic and would howl even if someone passed within two or three meters of him.

Even his parents planned to send him abroad to die.

I treated him for two years, helped him regain basic social skills and made him, already smart, the heir to the family.

The Douglas Family's parents immediately decided on our marriage.

But why? I was going to be a victim of their family's stability.

The dean called me to the office.

"Although experts have confirmed that you are in a normal condition and can work normally, our hospital can't just deal with it with Mr. Douglas."

"You should take some time off from work to recuperate."

I understood his dilemma.

Without arguing, I took the newly prescribed medicine and went home.

Opening the door, I saw women's shoes that didn't belong to me neatly arranged in the shoe cabinet.

I laughed to myself.

At Maxime's request, no one else had set foot in this villa except me and the cleaning lady who came regularly, including me and his children.

When I first got married, I got pregnant unexpectedly. But Maxime would not allow me to give birth no matter what.

"I can't stand having something covered in amniotic fluid and blood in my house."

"And I've never liked children, you know."