My Husband Regrets Marrying His Assistant
My fiance, Alexander Elrod, the most outstanding fashion designer of the 21st century, had finally agreed to marry me. He promised to propose once he won the Paris Fashion Award.
When the day arrived, I braved a typhoon to attend his celebration banquet.
There, I watched as Alexander and his assistant, Stella Monroe, kissed shamelessly in front of the cameras. Then, they proudly displayed their wedding rings.
Alexander picked up the microphone. “Stella dear, thank you for your hard work during this time. In the future, I’ll continue leading the fashion world with you, one trend after another!”
My colleagues all turned to look at me and expected me to cause a scene.
I smiled, and I was the first to applaud them. “How wonderful! Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness.”
The room erupted in shocked murmurs.
After the event, Alexander immediately dragged me aside to explain, “Stella stayed up with me for nearly half a year for the Paris Fashion Award. Her mother’s terminally ill, and her last wish was to see Stella get married. Must you take it so seriously?
“Once work is over, I’ll divorce her and throw you the grandest wedding, okay?”
I walked away without answering him.
Then, I gave my father a call. “Dad, the ten-year bet is over. I’ve lost. I’ll come home and take over the family business.”