I was too lazy to take another look, so I switched the TV channel and asked him, "When do you have time to deal with our divorce?"
Henry was busy, so busy that he needed his female secretary to choose a gift for his wedding anniversary.
It was always me who had to cooperate with him in terms of working hours.
"Stop it, Jessica doesn't know you hate roses. I won't do it next time."
The man poured himself a small glass of whiskey and sat on the single sofa opposite, smiling.
Jessica Flynn was Henry's childhood sweetheart. She had adored him since she was a child. As soon as she graduated from a prestigious university, she rushed to be his personal secretary.
They were so close that they even stayed in the same suite when they went on business trips.
Actually, I did not blame Jessica for persistently following my husband.
A fly did not bite seamless eggs. If he did not give the opportunity, no woman could get close to him.
I yawned exaggeratedly and tears seeping out of the corners of my eyes unconsciously.
Henry thought that the matter was over after not hearing my reply for a long time. He asked his seven-years-old son's recent exam rankings. I shook my head and answered, "I don't know."