My Wife Regretted Tossing Me Aside for Her AssistantChapter 1
I was in a private club, deep in business discussions with a client, when my wife stormed into the room, clinging to her male assistant.
She was clearly drunk, leaning against him as if he were the only thing keeping her upright.
Before I could say a word, she turned on me, accusing me of following her.
Then, with a sneer, she insisted that they shared nothing more than a professional relationship and mocked me for being petty.
When my client stepped in to defend me, both she and her assistant lashed out at him, their reckless outburst nearly costing me a major deal.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t waste another breath.
Instead, I chose the simplest solution: I filed for divorce. That was when her family panicked.
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"Mr. Gibson, with your industry connections, it’s a shame you’re only a sales manager. I almost feel bad for you."
"As long as you agree, the position of our company as President in Canada will be yours.”
Seated in a private room at Nova Pavilion, he raised his glass to me again, sincerity etched in his every word.
I met his gaze and lifted my own glass with a faint smile.
"I’ll consider it," I said evenly. "But Mr. Tucker, let’s sign the contract."
Once this export deal was sealed, I could finally take a well-earned break.
There were still matters I needed to handle during this break. Just then, the door to the private room swung open.
"This is Hyacinth Duncan, the president of Berry Trading, and Nova Pavilion won’t even offer her a private room?"
The man who spoke was tall, moderately handsome, but carried himself with an air of arrogance, too smooth, too self-assured.
In his arms was none other than my wife, Hyacinth Duncan.
She was clearly drunk, her body swaying, and yet, her grip on his waist was tight, possessive.
That man was her assistant, Zavier Perkins.
"Tobias, what are you doing here?"
There was something almost accusatory in Zavier’s voice as if I were the one intruding.
I met his gaze and smiled, not a trace of emotion crossing my face.
"Discussing business."
For a businessman, controlling one’s emotions was second nature.
Even when being betrayed.
Rumors had already been making rounds in the company; after all, Hyacinth had barely even bothered with an excuse when she rewarded Zavier with a Maserati under the company’s name.