When My Wife Cheated, I Married My Faithful Secretary

The poor student my wife supported loved to show off his wealth. The first time, he took the Patek Philippe watch I had just bought and blinked his innocent eyes.

“Brother-in-law, I think this color suits me perfectly. It even matches Emily’s watch. We look like a brother-sister pair, don’t you think?”

The second time, he came to my company’s annual gala with a group of loud friends and declared, “Eat all you want, play as much as you like, everything’s on me.”

The third time, he called all the company drivers to help one of his so-called brothers.

I had to take taxis for my business meetings and became a joke among my colleagues.

Each time, my wife comforted me, saying he was just poor and wanted to experience new things, that he didn’t mean any harm. Because I loved her, I endured it all.

But when my mother fell seriously ill, Grant used the money I had saved for her surgery to buy a Maybach. Emily Vasquez still defended him.

“You’re not short on money. It’s just a surgery. You can take more from the company.”

I looked at her closely, realizing deep down that our marriage had already fallen apart.

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My mother lay on a hospital bed, breathing through a ventilator. I had just called my secretary, asking her to gather the money as soon as possible, when Emily and Grant walked in, laughing together.

A new Maybach key hung from Grant’s fingers, which he spun with pride.

I gave a cold smile. “Nice car. Just bought it? How much did it cost?”

Emily frowned right away. “That’s enough. It’s just a Maybach. Why are you being so sarcastic? Are you really that short on money?”

I laughed in disbelief. My mother was lying in the hospital, waiting for the surgery funds, and my wife, my own wife, wasn’t even here for her. Yet when I showed my frustration, she scolded me instead.

“Mom’s surgery is soon. Are you staying here with me or not?”

I held back my anger, wanting to give Emily one last chance.

She turned to Grant and hesitated, saying nothing. In that moment, I understood everything.

Grant lifted the hand he was holding with hers and smiled.

“Sorry, brother-in-law, but Emily already agreed to go to the bar with me for my birthday. You’re a bit late.”

What? Go to a bar for his birthday?

I couldn’t believe what I heard and stared at Emily in shock. Could it be that, in her heart, my mother’s surgery meant less than celebrating Grant’s birthday?

“You kept pestering me,” she said, playfully pinching Grant’s nose. “I had no choice but to agree.”

A painful feeling spread through my chest. So it was true.

“I knew Emily loved me the most,” Grant said with a smug grin, glancing at me with open challenge.

“Brother-in-law, you don’t mind, right?”

Then he looked down at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, the one I had recently bought.

“It’s about time. If you’ve got no objection, brother-in-law, I’ll take Emily with me now.”

I kept my face calm and said nothing. Seeing this, Emily grew impatient.

“Grant’s asking you something. Do you have a problem or not? Just answer quickly and don’t waste our time.”

She clearly saw nothing wrong with leaving her mother-in-law on the brink of surgery to go celebrate another man’s birthday. She could sense my anger, yet she didn’t care.

“I’m not a doctor. I can’t help with the surgery anyway. You’re here, that’s enough. Handle it however you want.”

Hearing her words, a deep disappointment filled me.

Before our marriage, she said she was afraid of getting along poorly with my mother and causing problems at home.

But after six years of marriage, it had always been me taking care of Mom, and she had never once lifted a finger to help.