Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 53: Chapter 53
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Elon hadn’t told me about finding a job.
The stall owner next door showed me a photo on his phone—Elon, arm around a woman, shopping for jewelry.
He had secured three years' worth of sales in just one hour.
"Emma, you never said your husband was this rich. Why’s he still letting you run the fish stall?"
"Grandpa is worried about the stall, I have to take care of it."
I forced a smile, pretending I didn’t recognize the woman in the picture wasn’t me.
The necklace Elon gave me last night was only a tiny fraction of the jewelry in the store, and it was even a gift.
I took a deep breath, dressed in my best clothes, and stood outside Elon’s company.
He refused to tell me the company’s location, so I secretly followed him, carrying a carefully packed lunch.
I thought he was just a low-level employee, but I followed the signs to the top floor.
Outside the chairman’s office, I hesitated to open the door—then heard Stacy’s soft voice.
“Elon, how much longer are you going to play around before returning to the Franco family? What’s so good about that slum?”
“It was just a high school bet. Why drag it out this long? You even got her pregnant.”
Elon chuckled lightly.
“You think she can carry it to term? She drinks the abortion pills I give her every day.”
“I only stayed in the slums to avoid the Franco family’s attention. How else would a bastard like me get a shot at the family fortune?”
I remembered his grief during my last miscarriage, my heart going numb.
“We’re getting engaged soon, and then I’ll return to the Franco family.”
“You don’t know how much I hate the smell of fish. I make her spray your perfume and turn off the lights just to bear it.”
The sound of passion filled the office, and Elon's words cut through me like a knife.
So, in that meal gathering, Elon and they were no different from the rest of them...
I nearly vomited, and the lunch box in my hand fell to the ground.
The door opened, and Elon stood there, disheveled, panic flashing across his face.
“Emma, how did you get here?”
Behind him stood Stacy, her smile smug, her skirt barely covering her thighs.
The stall owner next door showed me a photo on his phone—Elon, arm around a woman, shopping for jewelry.
He had secured three years' worth of sales in just one hour.
"Emma, you never said your husband was this rich. Why’s he still letting you run the fish stall?"
"Grandpa is worried about the stall, I have to take care of it."
I forced a smile, pretending I didn’t recognize the woman in the picture wasn’t me.
The necklace Elon gave me last night was only a tiny fraction of the jewelry in the store, and it was even a gift.
I took a deep breath, dressed in my best clothes, and stood outside Elon’s company.
He refused to tell me the company’s location, so I secretly followed him, carrying a carefully packed lunch.
I thought he was just a low-level employee, but I followed the signs to the top floor.
Outside the chairman’s office, I hesitated to open the door—then heard Stacy’s soft voice.
“Elon, how much longer are you going to play around before returning to the Franco family? What’s so good about that slum?”
“It was just a high school bet. Why drag it out this long? You even got her pregnant.”
Elon chuckled lightly.
“You think she can carry it to term? She drinks the abortion pills I give her every day.”
“I only stayed in the slums to avoid the Franco family’s attention. How else would a bastard like me get a shot at the family fortune?”
I remembered his grief during my last miscarriage, my heart going numb.
“We’re getting engaged soon, and then I’ll return to the Franco family.”
“You don’t know how much I hate the smell of fish. I make her spray your perfume and turn off the lights just to bear it.”
The sound of passion filled the office, and Elon's words cut through me like a knife.
So, in that meal gathering, Elon and they were no different from the rest of them...
I nearly vomited, and the lunch box in my hand fell to the ground.
The door opened, and Elon stood there, disheveled, panic flashing across his face.
“Emma, how did you get here?”
Behind him stood Stacy, her smile smug, her skirt barely covering her thighs.
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