He Chose His Assistant — I Chose Divorce

The day my father was kidnapped, I called my billionaire husband in tears, begging him to save my father.

After listening, he chuckled lightly. "I already transferred three million to you. Make sure you stop bothering Luna."

I hurriedly agreed, and the money was immediately sent to the kidnappers' account.

But just as they were about to untie my father, my husband used his influence not only to reverse the ransom payment, but also to freeze the kidnappers' account.

Feeling deceived, the kidnappers completely snapped. They tortured my father for three straight hours before finally killing him.

On the way to collect my father's ashes, I saw every giant advertising screen across the city covered with photos of him and his newly hired assistant, Luna Henderson.

After returning home and settling my father's ashes, I called my husband.

"Let's get divorced."

On the other end of the line came his teasing laughter with Luna.

"This again? Luna said you've been spending too recklessly, so I punished you a little. You're not actually mad over something this small, are you?"

I gripped my phone as my stomach churned violently, acid burning its way up my throat.

Jeff Ellison's lazy voice continued through the speaker.

"It's not enough? Fine, I'll give you another million.

"Say something. What, are you mute now? One million isn't enough for you to waste?

"I'm giving you this money so you can uphold the Ellison family's reputation. Don't embarrass me outside. And stop pulling this divorce nonsense. I don't like hearing it."

The call disconnected.

A second later, my screen lit up with a bank notification.

Looking at the endless string of zeros, I felt nothing but irony.

Three days ago, the kidnappers had held a knife to my father's throat. In the video call, his face was covered in blood, yet he still shouted for me not to worry about him.

I knelt on the floor, begging Jeff to save my father.

At that point, I had already prepared myself for humiliation. Even if he'd told me to kneel down and polish Luna's shoes, I would have done it.

Unexpectedly, Jeff agreed without much fuss.

The moment the money arrived, I thought dawn had finally come.

The kidnappers loosened the ropes. My father collapsed onto the ground, grabbed the phone, and cried as he spoke to me.

"Sweetheart, Dad's okay now. From now on, I won't be a burden to you anymore. Live well with Jeff…"

Those were the last words my father ever left me.

Right after that came the kidnappers' furious roar.

"The money was reversed?! You think you can screw with us?!"

"You're a bastard, Jeff Ellison! Fine. Let me show you the price of messing with me!"

The video abruptly went black.

I lost my mind trying to call Jeff.

Once. Twice. A hundred times.

All I got was nothing but a busy signal.

I called his assistant, his driver, even the Ellison family's butler.

Every reply sounded like a machine set