When My Ex Found Out My SecretChapter 1
If I could be the wife of Wallace Collins, an overbearing boss, for three years, I could get 100 thousand houses in the downtown area.
To prevent Wallace from divorcing me, I polished shoes for his mistress.
I even changed diapers and found a kindergarten for his illegitimate child. Those were common tasks for me.
It was the coldest time of the year. I was still outside just because his mistress wanted to eat the cake that was sold in the shop 18 miles away.
My phone rang, it was Wallace, my husband.
He asked me to get to his office within 30 minutes.
I hurried over in a taxi, fearing that my lateness would make him angry.
I rushed into his office.
He was scolding his employees with his hands on his hips. When he saw me, he snorted.
"Don't you feel shameful? You forgot a decimal point in the document, so our company lost 10 million dollars."
I opened my mouth but said nothing.
It was the eighth time that he made me take the blame for his mistake.
For the sake of his poor pride, he always put the blame on me.
In fact, I never looked at his documents.
The employees who were scolded looked at me with contempt.