Dear Ex, Don't Come Near Me

On Valentine's Day, my husband's female assistant, Kate Smith, updated a post on Instagram.

[On a business trip during the holiday, the hotel is fully booked. I am forced to share a room with the handsome CEO!]

In the photo, she took a selfie in a luxurious hotel room.

The man behind her showed a blurry silhouette wrapped in a towel only. With broad shoulders and a narrow back, he had tight muscles.

Someone commented, [He is so sexually attractive.]

Kate replied with a dog head emoji, saying, [Well, sleeping with him is worth a lot.]

I liked her reply.

A few minutes later, Kate called me, crying and saying that she was joking and that she didn't mean anything else.

Easton took the cell phone and mercilessly mocked me.

"You were angry because of a hotel suite?"

"Find something to do. Don't get busy suspecting people around me all day."

Then he turned to comfort Kate, saying, "Ignore her. She is going through menopause."

Listening to Kate's laughter, I silently hung up the call.

I had a crush on Easton for four years. We had been dating for four years. Two years had passed since we were married.

In the tenth year of Easton's loyal follower, I didn't want to be who I was anymore.

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When Easton came home, I was happily eating chocolate cake.

Last time, he publicly mocked my chunky body and said that I would never be on par with Kate. Since then, I hadn't eaten sweets for half a year.

Easton walked over, took the cake unceremoniously, and threw it into a trash can.

"You're so fat, and you are eating."

He placed a box of gift-wrapped coffee in front of me.

"This is from Kate."

"The little girl was so scared that she almost deleted her account. She insisted on coming to apologize to you in person."

I looked at the words on the green packaging box, which indicated that coffee could help one lose weight and cool down, and said calmly, "Good coffee."

Easton glanced at me and handed me his cell phone.

"Make a phone call to thank her and apologize. This matter will be over."

"At your age, you don't understand etiquette as well as a girl in her twenties."

I sat still.

He pushed me and said, "She apologized to you. Why are you still acting like this?"

In a fit of anger, he pushed me with great force and touched the aged wound on my shoulder.

It was the injury left when I saved Easton in a car accident a few years ago.

I covered my shoulders, trembling with pain. My lips turned pale.

He was a little flustered, saying, "I'll go get some painkillers."

I looked at him meaningfully and wanted to stop him, but I held myself back.

A pregnancy test report had been in my bag for two days.

The doctor specifically reminded me to be cautious when taking medication during early pregnancy.

Originally, I planned to give him a surprise when he returned from his business trip. Now, it seemed unnecessary.

Easton hurriedly brought a medicine box and flipped through it a few times before stopping.

"Why isn't there any painkiller?"

His words came to an abrupt halt. I didn't miss the flash of guilt that crossed his face.

Suddenly, I remembered that Kate had mentioned in the comment section when replying to someone today.

[The President is so caring! Knowing my period was coming, he brought me painkillers!]

If it were usual, I would dig deep and ask if he had given the last box of medicine to Kate.

But this time, I didn't expose him.

I said, "I'll go buy one."

Easton held me back and said, "What are you messing with? I..."

Before he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered it.

"What's wrong, Kate?"

Kate's voice came from the other end of the cell phone. It was with a crying tone.

"Easton! Come and save me quickly!"

"I came to the beer music festival alone. A few people surrounded me and started to touch me. It took me a lot of effort to break free..."

"Damn it. A bunch of beasts! Give me your location. I'll come over right now." Easton stood up abruptly.

"Sorry to bother you so late. Daisy will be mad at me again..."

"She dares?" Easton warned me with a glare.

Hanging up the call, he hurriedly walked to the front door to change his shoes.

"Easton," I called him.

He turned around and impatiently said, "Daisy Shawn, do you have any common sense? You heard it, didn't you? Kate is in danger..."

"You forgot your keys." I interrupted him.

"What?" He was stunned for a moment.

"You forgot to take your car keys." I pointed to the coffee table.

Easton took the car keys, hesitated to speak, and said in the end, "I'll go and see the situation. I'll buy medicine for you when I come back." Then he hurriedly left.