“Julian, I think I saw you having dinner with another woman at the restaurant last night.”
I spoke softly, my voice shaking.
Tears immediately began to fall.
Julian panicked. "It was just a casual dinner, nothing more."
He stammered, struggling to explain.
"But I even took a photo."
I pulled out my phone and showed him the picture of him dining with Tina.
"Clara, you have to trust me. Tina closed a major deal for the company, so I took her out to reward her. Don’t overthink it."
Julian explained smoothly, as if he'd said it a hundred times before.
I watched him lie.
“Wahhh, I knew my husband would never cheat on me!”
I threw myself into Julian's arms, but my stomach turned with disgust.
"But Julian, I still don't feel safe!"
I pulled out the marriage asset agreement from the shelf.
Julian seemed a bit surprised, but still, without even glancing at it, he took the pen and signed it without hesitation.
“Thank you, Julian!”
I said sweetly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I love you the most, Julian!”
Love? Please, I’m more in love with money.
The next morning, Julian took a rare day off from work.
Maybe he felt guilty.
But honestly, when there’s no love left, what’s the point of pretending?
I watched Julian move around the kitchen making breakfast, and called out to him as he was busy.
“Julian, let me drive you to work.”
I slipped into a glamorous dress, wrapping my arm around his, acting all soft and delicate.
“Sure, I still have some work left to do,”
he said, sounding so casual.
What a show-off, pretending so well.
Julian started a business with his friends right after graduation, and in recent years, he had seen some success.
I sat in Julian’s grand office, watching him rush around, praising him endlessly.
“Knock knock” Someone knocked on the door.
I felt Julian's back stiffen instantly.
“Mr. Shaw, I have the documents for you.”
It was Tina Mooney.
I immediately stood up and rushed over to grab Tina’s hand.
“Thank you so much, Tina! I really appreciate you helping Julian with the pressure.”
Tina looked startled, quickly waving her hands and saying it was nothing.
I pretended to smooth down her blouse. “Tina, your clothes are so nice, what brand is this?”
I was actually eyeing the name on her arm.
"Eliot Haines."
Not my scumbag husband’s name, but...
How amusing, this pair of scumbag lovers.
Tina seemed a little flustered, “It’s really nothing, Mrs. Shaw. It’s all part of my job.”
She stole a glance at Julian’s expression.
“Could you show me around the company?”
I held her hand.
“After all, I’m thinking of working here too.”
Julian clicked his tongue in displeasure. “Clara, I can take care of you, you don’t need to work.”
“But I want to help you with your work.”
I looked at Julian with wide, innocent eyes.
He sighed and waved his hand in resignation.
Tina led me through the company.
“Mrs. Shaw, I heard Mr. Shaw say you used to study design?”
Tina asked, trying to please me.
“Yeah,” I answered coldly.
I stood by the company bulletin board, reading the name: Outstanding Employee of the Design Department—Eliot Haines.
“Thanks, Tina! You can go ahead and get back to your work,” I murmured.
Back in Julian's office, I hugged his back.
“Julian, let me work in the design department,” I said softly.
“Why the sudden interest in coming back to work?” Julian asked.
“I just want to be here and work with you,” I said, putting on my best pout.
“Alright, you can come with me to work tomorrow. I’ll talk to the head of the design department.”
“Okay!” I replied sweetly.
