My Husband Chose His Secretary

Married to Travis Armstrong for three years.

He was 35.

I was not yet 21, just starting my senior year in college.

I hadn't decided if I wanted to be a full-time housewife when I overheard him casually chatting with his business associates:

"Chelsea, apart from being young, doesn’t bring much to the table."

"Skyler is so much more sophisticated."

"I'm starting to regret marrying. Keeping a younger girlfriend would be cheaper. A divorce now would be a huge loss."

Without hesitation, I handed him the divorce papers.

When he saw the stark terms indicating I was leaving without any claims, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He then feigned generosity, saying, "I'll transfer two million dollars to you as compensation."

I refused with a smile, "I'm still young. I can afford to take risks."

What Travis didn't know was that my brother, Garrett, had been the one supporting him in the New York City business scene. All these years, his entry into elite circles was solely because of Garrett’s backing.

Divorcing me was just the beginning of his losses.

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During my senior year internship, I thought I’d get a glimpse of my handsome husband more often.

I boldly applied for a position at Travis’s company. As a low-level intern, I kept a low profile, so much so that Travis wasn’t even aware I was there. I made sure not to disturb or distract him.

Occasionally, I overheard interns gossiping about Travis. I listened quietly and never joined in.

"Mr. Armstrong is really handsome. At 35, he's in his prime."

"Too bad he's married, and his wife is apparently just some nobody."

"Why can't I have that kind of luck..."

When I was 18, Travis had been upfront about his intentions from the start. He proposed immediately, with a ring. I responded with equal enthusiasm. After a year of dating, we got married. It was impulsive, exhilarating, sweet, and filled with happiness.

He had given me a whirlwind, fairy-tale romance, a thrilling love that swept me off my feet. If I hadn't joined his company as an intern, I might never have uncovered his secrets.

Skyler Gardner.

Travis's secretary.

Seductive, beautiful, the epitome of a mature woman.

She frequently traveled with Travis for work and joined him at social events. She managed the company’s affairs skillfully, sometimes even showing more acumen than Travis himself.

Before they knew Travis was married, everyone at the company assumed Skyler was the boss’s lady.

In the cafeteria, as I grabbed lunch, I overheard veteran employees who had worked with Skyler gripe and gossip.

"Travis has no clue how stunning Skyler is. He doesn’t appreciate her."

"Skyler made a big move leaving her executive role at a public company to become his secretary."

"Just watch, once the excitement wears off, Travis will divorce and end up with Skyler."

Rumors were rampant, but I brushed them off.

After all, the passion between Travis and me played out every night.

Until one evening, at