All Chapters of My Husband's Betrayal: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

HannahJensen nodded in agreement. Then we continued our journey. When we arrived at Mom’s house, it was almost midnight. We pushed many suitcases from the elevator to Mom’s apartment.Jensen rang the doorbell several times, while I sent a message to Mom to let her know that Jensen and I were in front of her apartment.After sending the message and ringing the doorbell several times, there was no response from inside.“Mom, maybe grandma is already asleep,” Jensen said.“I think so.”“Then what do we do?” Jensen asked, looking worried.“We’ll have to wait. Let’s sit over here and wait for Grandma to open the door for us.” I invited her to sit on the floor. But I decided he could sit on the suitcase while I sat on the floor. We leaned against the wall next to the door. After that, I sent another message to my mom saying that Jensen and I were waiting in front of the door.Ten minutes later, the door opened. Jensen and I, who had almost closed our eyes, were surprised to hear my mom’s v

HannahOn my first day at work, when I arrived at the office, I went straight to the lobby and asked the customer service representative where the finance department was located. I did this because Chris’s office building was very large and had many floors. Rather than wasting time looking for the finance department, I thought it would be better to ask for customer service.After the customer service representative found out that I was a new employee in the finance department, she took me to the finance room so that I wouldn’t get lost, especially since time was running out and if I didn’t find the room soon, I would probably be late.While walking to the finance department, the customer service officer showed me each room we passed while explaining the map of the first floor, which comprised a cafeteria, mini market, health room, waiting room, lobby, and ATM area. If I think about it further, this office building is more like a mall or mini-mall because it has complete facilities tha

Hannah“What do you mean? For your information, he hired me because I’m qualified, not just because we have a mutual friend. So, you’ve got it wrong. Without my skills, I wouldn’t have been hired by this company. So, please don’t corner me. We’re both employees trying to make a living for our families. I hope we can be friends,” I replied.Instead of being nice, they just smiled sarcastically, didn’t say a word, and walked away from the cafeteria.“Don’t be sad, Hannah. They’re just like that. That’s why I stay away from them,” Chloe said. Her expression looked flat, as if the behavior of the four women was nothing new.“Does Ms. Rose know about their attitude?”“I think she does. But our department is understaffed. So, I guess Ms. Rose can’t do anything about it.” I exhaled deeply, followed by Chloe.“I’m angry at them. Their attitude and words make it seem like I don’t deserve to work here. It’s exhausting, and I wonder how long I have to deal with this?” I asked sadly.Chloe patted

Jensen“Grandma, please don’t cry,” I pleaded as I hugged her. One of her hands wiped away her tears, while the other held me close. Her palm was warm, but trembling.Dad was still standing there, frozen, unable to speak. I thought he had changed in an instant, or at least that my grandmother’s words had touched his heart and opened his mind. No. Not at all.“I’m thinking about Jensen, and I only want the best for him. I don’t want him to go to the best school and then, because we’re getting divorced, he has to transfer to a school that isn’t as good. I just don’t want that to happen to Jensen,” he argued.It turned out that he hadn’t changed and couldn’t change.I thought he at least had some compassion for mom, but it turned out to be just a false hope. He didn’t think about mom at all, and Aunt Bella had completely replaced mom.How cruel you are, Dad. I won’t let anyone hurt my beloved mom.“You mean Hannah won’t be able to send her to this school? How narrow-minded of you. If she

Chris WalkerA moment later, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair, short and slightly overweight, wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt, stood before us. The bags under her eyes were visible on her unmade-up face. To me, she looked like someone who had just woken up. And what was even crazier was that I could smell something unpleasant. I couldn’t tell if it was coming from her body or from inside the house.Ah, one more thing. The inside of the house wasn’t much different from the front yard. It was messy, though there was no scattered food, but things weren’t where they should be, like piles of clothes—clean or dirty—in the sofa's corner, books scattered on the table, dusty plastic flowers on the nightstand, and dirty shoes scattered on the floor.“Who are you? Have you had enough of looking inside my house?” she asked unfriendly. There was no smile on her face, and her voice sounded heavy.“Sorry, this is Chris Walker, President Director of the Walkers Company. A