Huge Transfer: Betrayed by Husband and Secretary

After five years of marriage, Hanna Jones, my husband's secretary, posted a screenshot of a large sum transfer on a social platform with a caption: [Work can be even sweeter than a romantic relationship.]

I just commented to her about working hard and found out that she had blocked my account.

Matteo Orlando, my husband, called and scolded me.

"I just gave my employee an advance bonus for her birthday! Why did you send her private messages to curse her?

"My tolerance towards you is not a reason for you to make trouble unreasonably!"

The receiver clearly conveyed the comforting voices of all the company's employees and Hanna's aggrieved sobs.

Before I could explain, the call was hung up and blocked.

Immediately afterward, Hanna publicly posted a photo of a transfer of one million dollars.

I knew that was Matteo's compensation to her.

But this time, I didn't care.

PART 1

I had just thrown away my takeaway when Matteo stepped into the house.

After losing a child, the doctor told me to eat a light diet this month, but I didn't listen to the advice.

It was our fifth wedding anniversary, so I checked out of the hospital early to return home and arranged a candlelit dinner at a hotel to celebrate with him.

I waited for his reply for a whole day. If I hadn't seen Hanna's post and received that call just before I left home, I might wait at the hotel.

After returning home, Matteo glanced at the dining table and frowned, displeased.

"Didn't cook today?"

I nodded calmly, scrolling across the screen with my fingers.

"You've eaten out before, haven't you?"

Previously, despite my busy work schedule, I always returned home early to make dinner for him.

A slight frown from him would make me restless.

This attitude was destined not to be rewarded with equal love, but unfortunately, I only understood this now.

Matteo didn't even notice that something was wrong with me.

He walked straight up to me and opened the packaged cake in his hand.

"I brought this specially for you. Didn't you say you wanted to eat something sweet a few days ago?"

A leftover cake with dents and pits, showing signs of once containing fruit, appeared before me.

I glanced at it and returned my gaze to my phone again.

Matteo didn't expect me to be so cold, his brows furrowing impatiently.

"Tiffany Bynes! What do you mean? You said you wanted to eat cake, so I brought it back for you from far away. Why are you making a fuss? Is it enough?"

"I don't want anything that has been touched by others."

Just then, a message alert sounded in his hand.

Matteo glanced down, a barely perceptible smile forming on his face.

It was so evident who sent him the message.

His expression was cold, yet joy shone in his eyes as he looked up.

"Alright. I'll go out and buy you another one, okay? I'm so busy at work and have to confront your cold face when I come back."

He said so and prepared to turn around and leave home.

I remembered that I was in a hurry to be discharged from the hospital today and didn't have time to get my medicine.

Thus, I stood up, changed my shoes, and followed him out. Facing Matteo's slightly angry gaze, I said in a deep voice, "When you go shopping, drop me off at the pharmacy so I can buy some medicine."

Yet he became alert like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end.

"I'm going to buy you a cake and you're following me? What's wrong with you? Why don't you just put a leash around my neck?"

I understood his irritation because I used to be worried about him going out at night and kept asking him questions.

But this time, I sighed and explained, "There is a pharmacy one street away from the community. Just leave me there. I have no interest in following you."

The moment I got in the car, I saw him hastily placing an order for blueberry cake on his phone.

Reaching the pharmacy, I got out of the car directly.

And Matteo seemed surprised, no longer irate as he spoke.

"Get the medicine and just wait here for me to pick you up."

He sped by, splashing mud on my legs as I entered the drugstore, frustratedly wiping it off.

After purchasing the medicine, I waited by the door for two hours, yet there was no sign of him.

A thunder startled me awake, and heavy rain drenched me before I could hail a taxi.

Following the doctor's advice, I hurried to a grocery to purchase an umbrella.

But it was still too late.

Had the driver of a passing vehicle not noticed me and offered me a ride back to the community, I would likely have needed an ambulance.

As soon as I got home,and took the medicine, Matteo slammed the door.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back? Do you know how many times I wandered around in the rain? I spent an entire hour looking for you! You're having fun teasing me, right?"

PART 2

I paused as I put the glass down, full of confusion.

He blocked my number and now blamed me for not contacting him?

I waited for two hours, but just when I got home, he said he had been looking for me for an hour?

I didn't bother to expose his lies.

My face darkened, and I said in a cold voice, "If you want me to contact you, you have to remove me from your blacklist first."

He taking a deep breath to suppress his anger.

He walked into the living room and placed the cake without a box, which had been watered by rain, in front of me.

"It's too late. They don't have the packaging box. I went to many stores to get it."

My gaze landed on the matcha cake as I grew weary of his continuous lame lies.

On my phone screen was Hanna's latest post, a photo of a blueberry cake with the caption: [Daytime brings blessings from my boss; nighttime is shared with my lover.]

I wanted to laugh sarcastically, but I didn't have the strength to smile.

Thousands of words gathered together, but only one sentence remained,"Well, thank you. Throw it away."

Matteo's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes turned red with anger.

"I ran to buy it for you, and you said you'd throw it away?

"Are you treating me like a dog? Isn't it just an early salary payment for my employee today? How long are you going to make a fuss? I'm the boss! Don't I have this right? I haven't even settled the score with you for lectured her in private messages, and you're getting even more unreasonable!"

I reached out and pressed my head, which felt dizzy and painful after being caught in the rain.

Feeling powerless, I said, "You think too much. I really didn't mean that. There was no need, and I didn't have the time. At that time, I was-"

Yet he interrupted me angrily, "Enough! Stop talking! You're always like this. You're over 30, yet still jealous of a little girl. There are so many young woman. Will you envy them all? You're crazy!"

I had argued with him countless times over these trivial matters, urgently wanting to hear him say that he would only love me.

But now I didn't think so.

We were all adults. Was there any need for love that would be questioned?

I knew he wouldn't believe me if I said I wasn't kidding, so I just said, "If you think so, then I can't change your mind."

Then, I got up and walked towards the bedroom.

He ignored me, threw the cake into the trash can, and started sitting there, browsing on his phone.

From time to time, suppressed laughter could be heard.

Then he went to the bathroom, apparently busy making a phone call.

I rearranged the bedding and moved to another bedroom when I bumped into Matteo, who had just come out of the bathroom.

His impatient eyes fell on my hands, and he looked annoyed.

After enduring for a long while, he angrily questioned, "What do you mean? "

I didn't say anything but went into another bedroom and locked the door.

In the past, every night when he didn't come home, I would toss and turn and couldn't fall asleep.

I called him and sent him messages, but the next day, he threw a bottle of pills in front of me.

Later, I got used to taking medicine to fall asleep.

But I didn't expect that this time I was afraid of medication conflicts, so I fell asleep naturally and, surprisingly, slept soundly.

What I once thought was invincible now seemed not so difficult.

After searching for a whole day, I finally contacted a reliable divorce lawyer.

At the same time, Matteo's company account released a celebratory video.

In the video, people nearby held up champagne.

Matteo turned and stood in front of Hanna.

I recognized that suit, which was the gift I gave him on our wedding anniversary last year.

And I had returned this year's gift.

PART 3

I was about to turn off my phone when Matteo called.

"I sent you the address. I'll pick you up later. There's a surprise."

I smiled. He had given me enough surprises.

Without waiting for me to refuse, he hung up the phone.

I didn't expect that he would even remove me from the block list before our divorce.

After taking my medicine, I noticed Matteo's car had already reached downstairs.

I received the message and went out in my casual clothes.

Matteo's smiling eyes unexpectedly fell on my pale face without makeup and instantly turned cold.

"How can I take you out if you don't wear makeup or change clothes? Even if you are angry, please don't embarrass me, okay?"

Then, Hanna, who was sitting in the passenger seat, rolled down the car window in a formal dress, revealing her face.

She stuck out her tongue playfully.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Orlando. I forgot to inform Tiffany...I didn't reach her."

Thinking of my blocked account, I smiled indifferently.

"It's okay. A man's dignity is not given by a woman.

"Besides, having such a secretary is enough to prove your ability."

My utterance choked Matteo's reproachful words.

I glanced at Hanna, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and saw that she had no intention of giving up her seat, so I simply sat in the back seat.

Along the way, Hanna happily chatted with me about the birthday party that the company employees held for her.

Her tone was full of regret.

"Tiffany, I wish you were there. I really want you to see how majestic Mr. Orlando is! I do envy you!"

Matteo appeared gloomy and attempted to speak to me multiple times, to no avail.

Arriving at the hotel, Hanna got out of the car and walked directly to Matteo.

I glanced at them and followed them.

The waiter called Hanna Mrs. Orlando. Matteo wanted to explain, but his eyes fell on my bare face, and he ultimately said nothing.

His expression was so funny that I wanted to laugh.

The company's employees were crowded at the elevator entrance, waiting.

When the elevator door opened, everyone's faces froze when they saw Matteo and Hanna standing in front.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across their faces.

Seeing this, Levis, the company's shareholder, quickly spoke up, "Ms. Bynes, here you came! If it weren't for your hard work, this project wouldn't have been signed! Today, our entire company has to thank you!"

I knew he was trying to support me.

So I smiled gratefully and said, "Come on. Don't call me that. I don't know what position I will be in when I return from abroad."

Matteo, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked at me with a frown, his eyes full of confusion.

"What do you mean abroad? You want to go abroad? How come I didn't know? When did I agree to it?"

We looked at each other.

The atmosphere that had just eased turned subdued again.

The waiter next to us thought we couldn't find our seats, so he took the initiative to come forward to break the awkward atmosphere and lead us into the private room.

Hanna sat down next to Matteo naturally.

I glanced at her, said nothing, and sat on the other side.

The closed environment was soon filled with smoke, and I had to go out for some fresh air.

But I didn't expect Matteo to follow me out of the private room.

He strode forward, seizing my wrist with a rare hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I didn't forget our anniversary, so please don't be angry, okay?

"Today is the company's dinner. I could have not invited you, but I wanted to compensate you."

I looked at the embarrassed expression on his face and suddenly laughed.

"I'm not angry. Don't think too much about it."

Then, I turned and walked towards the women's room at the end of the corridor.

The cold water splashed on my face, clearing my dizzy mind.

Upon returning to the private room, I found a new female employee sitting in my seat, chating Matteo.

Hearing footsteps, coupled with the embarrassed expressions of everyone at the table, she slowly turned her head and met my indifferent face.

The next second, she stood up abruptly.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bynes. I'm just chating Mr. Orlando. I don't mean anything else. Please take a seat..."

Before I could say anything, Hanna waved her hand generously.

"Tiffany is not a 20-year-old girl. How can she be so petty? Right, Mr. Orlando? Mr. Orlando often says that Tiffany is generous and kind!

"But I think Mr. Orlando is just as generous and kind as my Tiffany! Otherwise, why would he give me such a large bonus in advance on my birthday? My friends are so envious that they wish they could quit their jobs and come to work in our company!"

After saying that, she winked at me playfully.

There was a sound of inhalation all around.

Levis raised his glass in mid-air, not knowing whether to drink or to toast.

Before it was exposed, he could still cover up for Matteo.

But today, Hanna provoked me in public, and Levis was in a dilemma.

I nodded calmly, sitting down as the crowd watched in horror.

Hanna, with a smile, picked up her wine glass and walked towards me.

"Tiffany, I'd like to toast to you. It's really hard for you to work and take care of the family at the same time, but don't forget to care for yourself. "

She glanced meaningfully at my casual clothes.

I ignored her eyes and said calmly, "I can't, so I'll just drink coffee."

But Matteo frowned.

"Can't? Tiffany, are you kidding? Is this what you mean by not being angry? This is not the place for you to fool around."

Hanna ignored what I said and directly picked up the drinks to fill the empty glass in front of me, handing it to me.

I pressed my lips to suppress my anger, and when I spoke again, my voice was cold.

"I said, I can't! I've been taking medicine lately."

Hanna glanced at Matteo, who had a gloomy face, then smiled sweetly and forced the glass into my hand.

I pushed it away, and the splashed onto her clothes.

A crisp sound was heard.

The glass fell on her foot and shattered, leaving a bright red blood mark.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Matteo's face turned dark.

He stood up suddenly, slamming the fork down on the table.

"Tiffany, what's wrong with you?!"

"How long are you going to make trouble? Hanna has already apologized you. Don't go too far!"

Hanna's eyes were red, and tears brimmed in them.

I saw the scene and couldn't help but sneer.

"Apologize? Which of her words just now was an apology? Is there anything wrong with my ears or with your brain?"

Matteo was irritated by my attitude.

"You don't understand what I'm saying, right? Then I'll toast you myself!"

Before anyone could react, he grabbed my neck and tilted my head back.

Then he picked up his glass and poured the drinks into my mouth.

Physiological tears welled up in my eyes, and with blurred vision, I saw Matteo carry Hanna in his arms.

He threatened me angrily, "Apologize to Hanna right now! Otherwise, we'll get divorced! I can't stand a lunatic like you for another minute!"

Just as everyone expected a loss of composure, I regained my bearing and nodded, flushed.

"Okay. Let's get a divorce then."

Matteo was so shocked by my words that he stood still.

I picked up my coat and put it on, and as I turned to leave, I felt dizzy and fell to the ground, leaving a pool of scarlet beneath me.