Chapter 1
A week ago, my husband Alex Henson told that his company required him to be sent on an assignment, and he might not be able to come back for o
two months.
Just a second ago, I was bidding him well with reluctance
In the next second, all that remained was the joy of my father giving me a building Suddenly, I remembered that recently I had been busy collecting rent
and counting money.
It seems it has been a long time since I contacted Alex
1 opened Whats App and the last message stayed on my question from last week, asking him if he had landed safely.
Alex did not reply, nor did he send
A timeline, last week happened to be the day when Gabriella moved into Hoom 50.
Did Alex really star attair downstairs? The doubts in my heart grew stronger and stronger. Hearing the two people downstairs fighting more and i fiercely, my heart trembled and I sent a video invitation to Alex
Before two rings, it was hung up by the other side
This guy has grown some skills, and he still dares to hang up on my phone?
I started a series of phone bombardments.
The phone was constantly hung up until a prompt tone saying “The user you are calling is switched off” came through the receiver
the cold floor, listening to the joyful sounds downstairs, feeling confused
After a long time, the sound waves around me gradually subsided.
Alex finally returned
I wanted to stand up, but my numb legs made me fall back to the ground again.
In the screen. Alex’s
Alex’s face still had an unvanished blush,
He wiped the sweat off his chest and said, “Honey, I was working out just now, so I didn’t answer the phone.”
Tell, when did you come back?”
My voice was indifferent, without any trace of emotion.
The moment the phone was answered, I had already confirmed that he was in Room 502.
He was the male protagonist who performed “symphony” every night with Gabriella!
owadays, I am familiar with the layout of every household.
At a glance, I recognized the unique bay window design that belonged exclusively to 502
Alex didn’t notice anything wrong with me and instead smirked, “Honey, are you missing me? Once our boss approves our leave, I’ll try to spend a few more days with you at home.”
From what I heard, it seemed like he was planning to stay outside for a long time.
Married for five years, he
I have endured through all kinds of hardships, from summer battles with urban management to winter days in a
I was still waiting for him to come back, to embrace a brand new life together, living in a spacious and clean house that belonged to me. However, he went astray and even kept his mistress downstairs in my house.
The next day at noon, I was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the door
Because of Alex’s affair, I couldn’t sleep well all night. And now, my peaceful dream has been disturbed again, so I angrily opened the door.
I saw Gabriella twisting her waist and confidently stepping into my house, looking around in all directions
Those who don’t know would think that she is the real owner of this house.
you come to my house for?”
I stopped her and asked,
“What did you
Gabriella dicha’t speak, her feet were in high heels, and a delicate cheongsam wrapped around her curvaceous body, proudly thrusting her chin at me.
In comparison, I had a messy hairdo, were wrinkled pajamas, had slippers on my feet, and carried a resentful exhaustion, resembling an abandoned.
As I watched Gabriella with a triumphant look, my anger grew stronger.
Pressing both hands on her shoulders, he pushed her out forcefully.
Gabriella stumbled and fell backwards, leaning against the wall.
She quickly adjusted her posture, lifted her hips and chest, rubbed her toes against my calves, and playfully brushed her finger through the waves of her hair onto my face. She seductively said, “I heard that you reported last night that my family’s noise was too loud. Is it because my husband wasn’t home? Did you feel jealous when you heard others harmoniously together?
I remembered that yesterday, in order to prevent revealing my identity, I sent her a recorded audio clip from my home using a butler’s account.
She must have misunderstood
I was too lazy to explain to her, so I gave her the farewell order.
“What does it have to do with you if I reported mine? What are you looking for in me, a sense of existence?”
“Arely, you’re exaggerating. I heard that you got married, but you’re home alone every day. I’m afraid you can’t even have a hot meal, so I specially brought the braised pork my boyfriend made for me.”
I lowered my head and saw that Gabriella was holding a bowl of hot braised pork, with familiar aroma wafting up to my nose, evoking memories of the
Back when we didn’t have money, let alone meat, eggs, and other meat dishes, Alex and I couldn’t even afford to have a proper meal.
Later, he found a hard job at a construction site, working 12 hours a day for only two hundred dollars.
Aher the project ended, he stuffed twenty thousand dollars under my pillow and cooked a pot of pork belly for me.
After that, the ordinary pork belly in the eyes of others became an unspoken understanding between us when we celebrated good things happening. Now, watching Alex’s skills being held in the hands of other women has become a tool to show off and humiliate me
1 felt a mix of emotions in my heart
Coincidentally, my dad’s assistant brought me a customized lunch.
Gabriella glanced disdainfully, then affectedly pinched her nose and said with a disgusted expression, “Why do you eat this kind of nutritionless junk takeaway every day? No wonder
She spoke halfway and began to look me up and down from lead to toe, her gaze seemed to say, no wonder her figure is so po
o poor….
I didn’t have a chance to speak, and my father’s assistant spoke for me. “Where did this shrew come from? You haven’t seen the world yet you talk so much, and you even ordered takeout? This is a Michelin–starred chel’s lunch specially customized for the young lady by our CEO. Many people can’t
afford to eat it ”
Gabriella thought the assistant was talking nonsense, with a mocking smile on her lips. “Michelin chet? I bet it’s just some cheap fast food from the supermarket. And Miss CEO? Who rents a house for a Miss?!
The assistant looked at Gabriella hesitantly, wanting to say something but holding back,
She was still showing off the braised pork that Alex cooked for her, boasting as it to say, “She has a man who dares on her, but the one who dotes on her is still my husband”
How dare she, a mistress, show off in front of me, the lawful wife? Chapter 3
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I snatched the braised pork from her hand and poured it from her head to her feet, the thick gravy ruining her delicate makeup and dirtying her gorgeous cheongsam
Gabriella combed her tangled hair and ran downstairs crying
She also yelled, “Just you wait!”
She was gonna complain to Alex, I guessed.
