Part 2The wife and the male secretary are on a business trip on Valentine's Day

Dawn arrived, but Adeline hadn’t returned.

The pain intensified, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I called an ambulance.

While waiting, I scrolled through Twitter and saw Asher’s new post.

He talked about being a hero at the bar, getting injured protecting a girl from troublemakers. Adeline showed up, moved by him even so late at night.

He included a photo of Adeline rfully tending to his wounds, with the caption “Love can conquer all.”

One comment read: “With such a beautiful woman with you, how can you resist? Dude, is your orientation off?”

Another echoed: “Yeah, if she came to me so late, it wouldn’t just be about tending wounds…”

Asher posted a smug emoji, replying: “What’s the rush? She’ll be mine sooner or later!”

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The ambulance arrived, and the medics lifted me onto a stretcher.

While receiving an IV in the emergency room, I texted my friend, Nolan.

“Nolan, I want a divorce.”

After getting discharged, I rested at home for a few days.

I thought things would quiet down until the phone kept ringing, waking me up.

Exhausted, I answered the call, hearing Adeline’s cold voice.

“I’m here to pick you up for dinner.”

Before I could respond, she hung up.

Wanting to keep things peaceful before the divorce, I got dressed and headed out.

Seeing my weary face, Adeline suddenly remembered she forgot to buy me ointment.

“The restaurant is near the hospital; I’ll take you there first.”

“No need, it’s been days. It’s fine now.”

She sighed in relief.

“I thought so. It’s been seven years. If it hurts, it’s just in your head.”

I laughed at myself: “Yeah, seven years.”

Back then, I pushed Adeline out with all my strength, only to get pinned by a burning beam.

Three ribs were broken, and my coccyx was cracked. Even now, a slight bump is unbearable.

I never told her about the lingering pain, not wanting her to feel guilty.

But after seven years together, if she loved me, wouldn’t she know if I was in pain?

Adeline talked about that night as she drove.

“I took Asher to the hospital. His injuries were pretty bad. I stayed with him, worried he’d feel bad at night. Don’t overthink it.”

I stared coldly out the window.

“I’m not overthinking. He’s your secretary. It’s right to stay with him.”

Adeline seemed unsatisfied with my answer and slammed the brakes. My earphone fell under the seat.

As I bent down to pick it up, I found men’s swim trunks hidden under the seat.

A month ago, I would’ve gone crazy, waving them at her in fury.

Now, I just smiled, picking them up and placing them on the back seat.

Adeline looked uncomfortable.

“Oh, those must be Asher’s. He must’ve accidentally left them after swimming.”

I nodded, continuing to look out the window.

During dinner, a couple at the next table kept staring.

When I noticed, the girl came over.

“Are you the female CEO from Asher’s Twitter? You’re so pretty in person!”

Adeline glanced at her.

“Do you need something?”

The girl asked curiously, “Are you dating Asher?”

Adeline looked at me, buried in my meal, and smiled at the girl: “Yes, I’m dating Asher.”

I smiled at the girl, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach.

The girl, puzzled, asked, “Then who is he?”

Adeline blurted out, “Security.”