The Necklace: My Husband's New Sales Director

My husband,Yves Gordon, got a diamond necklace at an auction. It was my birthday. The next day, I saw another woman wearing that necklace. She was Joyce Cherny, my husband's new sales director. That woman posted a dozen shorts on TikTok to show off her necklace.I commented, 'Nice necklace, but the outfit doesn't match.'Half an hour later, Yves called me. He berated, "I bought Joyce that necklace! She deserves it! She doesn't need you mocking her for it!"If this was the old me, I'd have stormed up to the company and started a fight with Yves. I'd fight that woman who tried to steal my husband away from me. Now? Now, I was just exhausted. Forget anger; I was utterly apathetic to it all.I hung up, and that angered Yves more. He marched back home and saw me arranging my flowers. He was enraged and speechless.Without looking up, I said, "You're early. No overtime today?"My calm response stunned him. Yves asked coldly, "What do you think? Your comment made Joyce cry. What were yo

Joyce answered, "Let's go to the restaurant right across the street. Good food there. It's Mr. Gordon's and my usual haunt."She blatantly told me how close she was to my husband. If she wanted to invite trouble, who was I to interfere, right? I nodded. Yves looked a little unnerved seeing me so calm. In the end, he even offered to take my bag.I wrapped my arm around his arm and walked out together. Before we left, I said, "Close the door on the way out, Ms. Cherny."Although Joyce was disgruntled, she closed the door anyway. She looked like a little minion on our payroll. I laughed. Yves had been incessantly humiliating me, even out in public, but I'd been acting too strangely lately. It seemed that my behavior had finally spooked him.He had no idea what to do or how to react. So, he could only feign ignorance as he allowed me to hold his arm.The assistant stared at us with wide eyes. Every time I came, it was either to catch Yves in his affair or start a fight. I'd never acte

Yves followed me. "Where are you going?""On a trip. To forget all my troubles."Yves opened his mouth, but it took him a while before he said, "Fine, do what you want. I'll have to keep an eye on the Westmore deal. Tell me if you need more money for the trip."My phone's screen lit up. He had Venmoed me for 45 grand. There was no reason not to take the gift. Nevertheless, I continued packing my stuff. Yves tried to say something, but I refused to entertain him."Think about the divorce. Take your time.""I won't sign the papers!" he said adamantly. I knew he refused to get a divorce because he was still dealing with Evernew Group's boss, Mr. Philip Queenston.Philip was an old-school man who despised cheaters, especially married cheaters. I hopped off my plane and went straight to Grandwater Hotel. When I saw the man I wanted inside the lobby, I approached him. "Mr. Queenston?""Ah, Ms. Season."Yep, that was the guy. I looked at Charles Queenston, and he smiled. "Are you sure

I laughed right at his face. "Should I feel touched? I don't care. I won't come back to you." I snatched my hand back and left.Yves shouted, "So you don't care about everything we went through?"I looked at him. "You're going to be a father. What's the point of bringing up the past?"Yves paled. He remained rooted to his spot even after I'd gotten into my car. We used to have a baby. Well, I was pregnant. Unfortunately, I kept to a busy schedule, meeting our clients due to our business, which translated to heavy drinking.When I came back one day, my stomach screamed out in pain. I went to the loo, and when I was done, the lavatory looked like it came straight out of a horror movie where a body was carved up over it. I was petrified, and Yves took me to the hospital.I had a miscarriage. If I didn't try to stay healthy, getting pregnant again would be difficult for me. The doctor scolded Yves and me for being so careless. When he found out I was drinking, he was enraged."If you

That was a small price to pay for my peace of mind. I knew he would never rise to prominence, even with that money. He betrayed his marriage and went back on his word. He would never thrive in any industry.With Charles pinning him down, it didn't take long before that money was gone. Joyce found him, after all. They were on the streets when I bumped into them again. I was in a car, going on a trip with my friend.Suddenly, I noticed a couple having a scuffle on the streets. Joyce was grabbing Yves' collar, demanding, "You made me a director because I could talk and drink. But that Queenston guy kicked me out now."She growled, "This won't happen as you wish, Yves. You're not throwing me away like a ragdoll. Who's going to pay for my damages? I gave everything to you, and now I have nothing! You have to do something! You think 75 hundred is enough to pay for my time?"Yves slapped her hard, nearly causing her to fall to the ground. "You think I don't know how you got the Westmore d