Chapter 2He Brought His Adopted Sister Home

Sean, who hadn't set foot in the kitchen once in our three years of marriage, was standing at the stove, wearing an apron and stirring a pot of soup.

“You have to try this, Rebecca! Sean’s fish soup is the best. Whenever I’m feeling down, one sip of his soup makes everything better!”

Yesterday she was calling me a slut; today she was beaming, showing off how indispensable Sean was to her.

And Sean acted as if nothing had happened. “You’re awake? Come, sit.”

I took a deep breath, fighting down the wave of rage and pain rising in my chest, and pulled out my phone. “Get my breakfast ready,” I snapped to my new assistant. “On my desk by nine. Sharp.”

Without another glance, I turned and walked out.

Behind me, I heard Lily’s whining complaint. “I was trying to be nice to her. What more does she want? Fine, don’t eat it. Sean made it for me anyway.”

On the way to the office, I called my brother.

“I want a divorce.”

“Are you kidding me?”

I clutched my handbag, my knuckles white. “I’m not kidding.”

My brother sounded incredulous. “Did Sean… agree? He went through hell to marry you…”

“His opinion doesn’t matter,” I cut him off. “I want a divorce.”

“Alright. Give me a month. I’ll get everything ready for you.”

I tossed my phone aside. On that humiliating morning, I had made my decision.

I would let Sean have his manipulative little snake.

After the morning meeting, a huge bouquet of my favorite yellow roses arrived from Sean.

I gave them a cursory glance before handing them to my new assistant. “Here, they’re yours.”

Then I pulled out a credit card and tucked it into his shirt pocket. “The breakfast was perfect. A little bonus for you.”

The assistant smiled, accepting both gifts without a hint of hesitation. “Thank you, boss.”

Sean watched him leave, his face a calm mask. Then he cornered me against my desk. “You know exactly how to push my buttons. Is this your idea of revenge?”