After what happened at the pool, I was no longer surprised to learn such information.
After all, in a life–or–death situation where he had to choose between us, he had chosen to save Alicia without the slightest hesitation. Compared to that, this was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
I laughed coldly. “So what if she’s at the company? Why can’t I be there too?”
I was going! And not only was I going, I was hoping that I’d bump into her too! I was Jonathan’s lawful wifel Why would I be avoiding her, the mistress? I was no longer Elise at 25 years old, who lowered herself for love so pathetically.
It’d be best if she were there, and even better yet if I caught her and Jonathan in the middle of something. I would catch them red–handed and file for a divorce straight away!
Bob was silent the entire journey. He kept peeking at me from the rearview mirror. Though he remained polite, clear disdain was written on his face, as though he was saying, “Just as I thought.”
So,
I looked straight back at him and asked, “What is it? Is there something you’d like to say?”
As it turned out, Bob did have something to say. He let out a sigh and turned the steering wheel. As he did so, he said, “Mr. Ford is really busy, Ms. Sawyer. If you keep causing scenes like this, you’re just going to push him further away…
He adopted a reprimanding tone.
If even an assistant could talk down to me like this, it only went to show just how pitiful my image before Jonathan was.
“Your suicide attempt alone gave Mr. Ford enough of a headache! And he always had to clean things up for you every time you created trouble for Ms. Zimmer.
“The more you do that, the more he’d see Ms. Zimmer as gentle and considerate. Even if there’s nothing between them now, you’ll push him right into her arms eventually.”
I raised a brow and answered aloofly, “Well, get him to divorce me, then. I’m not stopping him.”
Bob shot me a peculiar look. Then, he quickly resumed his well–meaning, lecture–like tone.
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“Now that Mr. Ford isn’t here, speaking out of anger isn’t going to help with anything! I understand that you’re disappointed because of what happened at the pool, but he had his reasons, didn’t he?
“When you brought up divorce, I’m sure you were just trying to provoke him. But if you say
that too many times, it might actually come true
I was already starting to get annoyed, but still, he rambled on.
“Ms. Sawyer, I know that I’m in no position to say this to you, but
“If you know that you’re in no position to say it, then it’s best you stop.” I cut him off sharply. “You’re just Jonathan’s assistant, Bob. You’re not his father, and you’re most definitely not mine!”
Bob held his tongue immediately. This was probably the first time he’d seen me lose my temper. He shook his head like I was a hopeless case.
We reached Jonathan’s company shortly after.
The words “Millenia Corporation” were boldly displayed at the front of the building. Towering above the city, the structure was majestic, with a sleek, state–of–the–art design. It was the tallest building in Harthville.
I was stunned by the sheer scal
of it the moment I stepped out of the car.
Since waking up with amnesia, I only knew I was married to Jonathan and that his family background was decent–but this was the first time I truly felt how impressive his background really was.
As I stood at the entrance, still overwhelmed, a strange sense of familiarity swept over me. I turned to ask Bob, “How do I go up?
Bob had just parked the car and came over when he heard my question. He paused in bewilderment. “Ms. Sawyer, you work here.”
I was stunned. No wonder the building felt so familiar. So, it turned out that I actually worked here?
Back in college, I’d had a crush on Jonathan, but I had no idea he was the heir to Millenia Corporation. My goal back then was just to land a job at this company. Who would’ve thought that years later, I’d actually achieved that dream?
But…
sighed. Since I’d decided to get a divorce, I’d obviously have to give up on my job. After all, there was no way I’d keep working at my ex–husband’s company.
Relying on muscle memory, I went straight up to the floor where Jonathan’s office was located.
Bob followed behind me, still trying to talk me out of it.
I couldn’t be bothered to listen to his nagging, so I walked straight into Jonathan’s office only to find that Alicia was there too.
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Not only that, she was half–leaning over his desk, her body tilted forward, giving Jonathan, who was seated in his office chair, sultry eyes. The two of them were in very close proximity. I couldn’t help but chuckle in disdain. “Am I disturbing something?”
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