Chapter 4My Husband Cheated with His Secretary, So Don't Blame Me for What Comes Next

Jack hesitated for a moment, then suddenly came over to feel my forehead, trying to change the subject: "Emily, let's not talk about this now. You're not well, I'll take you to the hospital."

I shook my head, trying to resist this sudden "care," "I don't need you to worry about me!"

But he obviously didn't heed my refusal, pulling me out of bed with one swift motion.

"Listen to me, we're going now," his tone was uncompromising, as if I were a puppet in his hands, only able to move according to his will.

Sitting in the car, I leaned back in my seat, my gaze inadvertently falling on the leather cushion in the back seat.

That cushion used to be my favorite, but now it had an eye-catching cross drawn on it by Sophia.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice calm: "This cushion..."

Jack glanced at me through the rearview mirror, a flash of embarrassment crossing his face, "Oh, that? Sophia accidentally drew on it. She said she'd get you a new one."

I sneered, "Accidentally? More like intentionally."

I didn't say anything more. I was already tired of this marriage.

At the hospital, the process of registration, consultation, and examination... I went through all these procedures in a half-awake state.

Just as I was about to leave, Jack's phone rang. It was his so-called "company call."

I clearly saw the name on the screen - Sophia.

He answered the call, deliberately walking to the side and lowering his voice, but even so, I could vaguely hear the words "miss you."

A few minutes later, he hung up and came over to me, saying, "Emily, there's an urgent matter at the company. I have to go now. You take a cab home, okay? Be careful."

I nodded, neither trying to keep him nor questioning him.

Because I knew all of this was just his excuse. He was only going to meet Sophia.

Back home, I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Until the next morning, when a sudden burst of phone ringing broke the silence of the room.

It was Jack, inviting me to attend a gathering, saying it was to celebrate the success of a project.

I knew this was just another way for him to show off his "successful man" image in front of me.

"I don't want to go," I refused him directly.

"Emily, you must come," his tone suddenly became firm. "Ryan and Chris will be there. You're my wife, it's your responsibility to attend such occasions."

I was silent for a moment, recalling that unpleasant gathering experience.

Back then, I was like an outsider, watching them chat and laugh, feeling out of place myself.

But this time, it didn't matter anymore. I was going to get a divorce anyway, so I decided not to back down.

The gathering was at a high-end restaurant. As soon as I entered, I saw Jack and Sophia standing together, their smiles so glaring.

Seeing me, Sophia immediately came over enthusiastically, but her eyes flashed with provocation.

"Oh, sister Emily is here too," she deliberately raised her voice, as if wanting everyone to know of my presence. "Long time no see, you and Jack are still so in love."

I looked at her coldly, ignoring her provocation.

The gathering began, but I was isolated.

Sophia and her friends deliberately excluded me, and no one prepared a seat for me.

"What's wrong, no one arranged a seat for you?" A sarcastic female voice rang out. It was one of Sophia's friends, deliberately raising her voice so that everyone around could hear.

I snorted, "Yeah, I don't know who planned this gathering. They can't even handle the most basic tasks."

Sophia's friend's face stiffened, about to say something more.

Ryan, a usually friendly acquaintance, walked over with a hint of apology on his face.

"Emily, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you didn't have a seat. Come, sit with me."

I looked at him, about to follow Ryan to his seat, when Sophia stopped me.

"Ryan, what's wrong with you? There are empty seats over there, why squeeze in here?" Sophia deliberately raised her voice, drawing the attention of those around.

Ryan looked troubled. He glanced at Sophia, then at me, and finally chose to remain silent.

I was fed up inside, thinking I might as well go all out.