My Husband Left for a Rich Woman, but Her Father Works for Me

At the company's latest project seminar, I walked into the conference room three minutes early.

My husband's female colleague, who was always fussing with her hair, shot me a look of dissatisfaction.

"Late again. And where's the coffee I asked you to buy? You ignored me again, didn't you? Are you deaf?"

I glanced at my watch, ignored her, and walked to my seat.

To my surprise, she kicked my chair aside and sneered. "If you can't even handle something this simple, you might as well stay home and let Mr. Stanford take care of you!"