Chapter 2

2

The next day at work, Carol greeted me with the same sugary sweetness, playing the perfect girlfriend.

I returned the sentiment without revealing my true intentions, and there was a strange harmony between us.

After a while, just as my work was getting better, my phone vibrated.

I opened it and saw a message on Mark's personal number.

It was from Carol.

Carol: Photo.jpg

It was a photo of me changing the water cooler bottle in the office - and I looked awful!

Carol: Ashley's so strong ?? Does she boss you around at home? ??

With an emoji laughing face.

I glanced at Carol.

She had a smile on her face, staring at her phone, waiting for a reply.

So angry, I forwarded the photo to Mark's work number.

Mark replied very quickly.

Mark: My wife's beautiful!

Ashley: When did you go blind?

Mark: Even if you are my wife, you can't say that about her!

... Okay, can't talk to this man, I'll reply to Carol myself.

Mark: It's just a water change, it's alright.

Carol: I'm so jealous of Ashley! Her husband is so good to her!

Carol: Unlike me, I can't even move the water bottle. I should work out some more, oh well...

I was a bit disgusted, I could feel her coquettishness through the screen.

You little green tea b*tch, you dare talk behind my back to my husband!

Thinking about this, I was a little angry and wanted to break up with her directly.

But then I thought about it again, with just a few chat records, I was afraid that no one would believe me if I talked about it, but it would easily give her an opportunity to fight back.

I should hang out with her first, and if she can give up despite the difficulties, I don't want to embarrass her.

If she insisted on taking her own humiliation, then I could only let her know that coveting someone else's husband was a very unkind character.

I said a few perfunctory words to her, but she didn't notice my perfunctory remarks at all.

I sent a message to ask my husband if he wanted to have dinner together.

Of course, for "their" first dinner together, she had to bring me along.

What a coincidence, my husband said last night that he would pick me up from work today and go out for dinner together.

After hesitating for a while, I agreed to her dinner invitation.

I also told my husband that the dinner for two had become a three-person trip.

My husband expressed his great displeasure about this.

In order to get him to agree, I promised him to make up for the date with him next time, and I would never break the appointment.

After saying a lot of nice things, I got his smile.

After work, Carol took my hand and, as expected, asked me to have dinner together.

Walking to the gate of the company, my husband Mark was already waiting.

I looked over from afar, he had one hand in his pocket and was leaning against the door of the Mercedes G, which all scumbags loved.

With a height of 6 feet, a high nose bridge, and light eyebrows, he had an intimidating presence.

When he wasn't smiling, he was quite imposing, and it's no wonder people always wanted to attract his attention one after another.

Before I could speak, Carol beside me shouted out in surprise.

"Mark, over here, over here!"

I couldn't help frowning.

Mark? She called my husband so affectionately.

Mark looked over after hearing the sound, and at the moment when his eyes met mine, the ice and snow on his face melted away, and he raised a warm smile, and at the same time walked quickly towards me.

Carol wanted to say a few words of greeting.

"Mark, when did you come? How long have you been waiting? We are today..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Mark.

He didn't give Carol a single look, he just took the bag in my hand and helped me press my shoulders.

"It must have been hard for my wife to go to work, right? I told you a long time ago, don't go to work, I'll take care of you, or you can come to my company, and you can choose any position you want."

Noticing Carol's pale face, I sighed in a low voice, but I didn't intend to get her out of the siege. I was not a saint.

Then, following Mark's topic just now, he rebuked.

"Your company doesn't match my major, and I still want to do something I like."

While talking, we had already walked to the side of the car, and he eagerly opened the passenger door for me.

Just as I was about to sit in, Carol suddenly pushed me aside.

Thanks to Mark's quick eyes and hands to help me, I didn't fall to the ground.

At the same time, she sat directly in the passenger seat.

Using her clamp-like voice, she said sweetly to us.

"I have carsickness. Ashley, you have always been fierce, so please let me sit in the passenger seat, okay?"

As she said that, she kept staring at Mark with her watery eyes.