All Chapters of I’m Forced To Live Frugally: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I found it absurd and laughable.“My husband cheated on me. Why should I care about decorum?”“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Do you really have to make things difficult for me tonight?”He looked at me reproachfully.Yes.It was Christmas Eve.Who exactly did I rush back a day early to celebrate with?My husband and the housekeeper, who was his affair partner?My heart slowly froze over, and I could only laugh.My parents had warned me time and again not to marry far away.I would not listen, insisting that Arvid was different from the rest.Well, the boomerang of fate had finally struck me.It was all my own doing.The cloying scent of Rebecca’s perfume in the air made my stomach churn violently.I picked up my suitcase with a bitter smile.“You two go ahead and enjoy your Christmas Eve. I won’t disturb you.”Just as I turned to leave, Arvid warned me coldly, “Layla Sanz, think this through. If you leave now, don’t ever expect to come back.”I let out a cold laugh and wa

Without looking back, he scooped Rebecca up in his arms and carried her toward our bedroom.That night, they were entangled all night long.I spent the entire night downstairs in the study, checking the accounts.New Year bonus: 188,000. Christmas Eve bonus: 200,000. Valentine’s Day allowance: 300,000. Rebecca Lane was listed as the payee for all of them.I chuckled. She even had a Valentine’s Day allowance.His definition of Rebecca’s position was pretty spot on.I sent all the documents to the lawyer.He kept praising the great benefits our housekeeper enjoyed and asked if I was strict about gender.I joked, “Gender isn’t clear, but you’ll have to be willing to sacrifice yourself.”The lawyer stopped kidding around with me.He kindly reminded me that the top-tier lawyers hired by the Hans family were not just there for show.If I wanted to sue him, I would have to make a big deal out of it.I spent the whole night thinking it over in my study.After dawn, I dutifully gra

“Get lost! This is all a misunderstanding. It’s not what it looks like!”“A misunderstanding?” A measured voice rang out from the front row of the VIP section.It was the Hans family’s arch-rival. Cedric Clark, the man in the capital’s high society circles who had long been at odds with Arvid.He swirled his wine glass while smiling thoughtfully. “Arvid, Mrs. Hans is quite the artist. Her work captures both form and spirit. I just heard she wants a divorce. Don’t worry. If she finds herself with nowhere to turn after the divorce, she’s welcome to come work at my company. I’ll find her a job as an artist, and I’ll pay her more than you pay your housekeeper.”A low chuckle rippled through the crowd.Some people were eager for a spectacle and added fuel to the fire. “That housekeeper isn’t getting paid by the Hans family. It’s probably from Arvid’s vice budget?”The veins on Arvid’s temples throbbed. He whipped his head around. His gaze once again fixed on me with such intensity tha