You Lost Me Forever, Ex-WifeChapter 1

 

The day I received my recovery certificate from depression, I went to Gabriela Petersen’s company—something I rarely did.

Separated by a glass partition in the conference room, I couldn't resist dialing her number.

But I saw her assistant, sitting beside her, pick up her phone and hang up immediately.

Then, he expertly unlocked the screen and typed.

A message labeled "Wife" popped up. [In a meeting, don't call unless it's important.]

I stared at that line for a long time.

When I looked up again, the man was affectionately adjusting her slightly askew necklace in front of everyone.

I typed calmly, [Okay, then, should you come out, or should I come in?]

——

The moment our eyes met, the panic on the man's face was perfectly concealed.

He leaned close to Gabriela's ear and whispered something.

The action wasn't inappropriate, but his expression held a hint of grievance.

When the woman looked up at me, she subconsciously frowned.

She patted his shoulder reassuringly and walked towards me.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was cold, carrying the displeasure of being interrupted at work.