After I Set My Husband Free, He Regretted It

Nathan Brooks had been tangled up with his secretary for far too long.

All I did was ask one simple question.

“Has Chloe Bennett resigned yet?”

That was enough to make him hurl the glass in his hand at me.

“You jealous, bitter woman,” he snapped.

“Because of your jealousy, you drove Chloe away.

“I told you I’m not divorcing you, Emily. Isn’t that enough for you?”

I said nothing.

I only looked down at the cut on my arm, where the shattered glass had sliced through my skin, then quietly bent down and picked up the broken pieces.

What Nathan didn’t know was that I had already drawn up the divorce papers.

The cut on my arm was deeper than it looked. Blood had begun to seep out, and my heart felt as if something sharp had gone straight through it.

I stared at the wound for a long time, too stunned to move.

In the past, even when I lost my temper and Nathan got angry, he had never laid a hand on me. He had certainly never thrown a glass at me.

But now, Nathan did not even glance at me.

His face was dark with anger as he said, “Emily, when did you become this jealous? You really disappoint me.”

With that, he turned and left, giving me nothing but the cold line of his back.

I watched him walk away without hesitation, and a chill slowly spread through my chest.

Jealous?

I sniffed and tried to hold back my tears, but the bitterness still seeped through every inch of me.

In the eight years I had been married to Nathan, I had given everything I had. I stayed by his side when he started Nathan’s company from nothing. I built that life with him piece by piece.

Back then, he used to say I was the kindest girl in the world. He would hold me gently and promise, “Emily, I’ll give you a good life. I’ll never let you suffer.”

I had once believed that marrying him was the greatest happiness I would ever know.

But ever since Chloe Bennett appeared, everything had changed.

He was always bringing Chloe up in front of me, praising her for being kind and capable. He even let Chloe sit in the passenger seat of his car. He drank from the same cup of coffee as her.

Whenever I got upset, Nathan would look at me with a frown, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a stranger.

“Can you stop being so childish?” he would say impatiently.

When I saw them hugging and argued with him about it, Nathan insisted he had only been comforting Chloe. Then he told me not to take things too far.

Eventually, I grew tired. Something in me went still, and I stopped arguing.

A few days ago, Chloe offered to resign.

I only asked about it in passing, but Nathan pushed all the blame onto me. He said I