Mallory grew increasingly worked up as she spoke.
Emily forced down the suffocating ache in her chest, answering with feigned indifference, "Just handle it according to the normal procedures. Thanks for covering my shift tonight."
"Don't mention it. It's the least I can do."
Mallory rambled on a little more, but Emily barely heard a word. She hung up the phone in a daze.
Soon, a notification popped up on her phone. When she clicked on it, she saw a photo of Gabriel and Amelia on the trending news.
The headline screamed in bold letters, "Shocking! The president of Holton Corp was spotted at a hospital late at night with his secretary! Mr. Holton attentively cares for her, stirring envy."
The comments below were flooded with blessings for them. Some praised them as a perfect match, whereas others said they were made for each other.
Emily took a deep breath and turned off her phone. In truth, those comments were right. Gabriel and Amelia were well-suited to each other in every way.
She was the intruder who had barged in at the wrong time. It was high time she put an end to this messy.
…
When Gabriel returned, it was already 6:00 am. Instead of going to the master bedroom, he headed straight for the study to get some documents.
When Emily heard his footsteps, she followed him to the study. The door was left ajar. Emily pushed it open, and her eyes met his deep, dark gaze. It was as cold and detached as ever.
She had once believed Gabriel was indifferent by nature. Only now did she understand—everything had always been about love, or not. With Amelia, no matter how icy cold Gabriel usually was, he burned for her like embers.
Emily no longer wanted to waste her life on a meaningless marriage. She drew in a deep breath and said firmly, "Let's get a divorce, Gabriel."
He studied her for a moment. "Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Give me a reason."
"You and Ms. Waverly are in love. She can be with you openly once we get a divorce."
Emily held back her tears and continued, "You wouldn't want her to be the other woman hidden in the shadows all her life, would you?"
A chuckle escaped Gabriel. His eyes had a frosty glint in them as he said, "You're wrong. I've never publicly announced you as my wife. So, in truth, you're the mistress hidden in the shadows."
Emily's breath hitched as she paled.
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