I Approved My Husband’s Wedding Leave to Marry His Assistant Chapter 07

I Approved My Husband’s Wedding Leave to Marry His Assistant Chapter 07

“He was three months along. He had already started to look like a baby.”

“The doctor said he was a boy.”

“I saw him on the ultrasound. I saw his tiny hands and feet moving. I had even picked out a name for him.”

“His name was going to be Noah Shaw, because I wanted him to be safe and at peace.”

I reached down and touched my lower belly.

A tiny life had once existed there too.

“But he’s gone.”

“My stomach hurt, and I called you, begging you to come home.”

“You said you were in a meeting and couldn’t leave.”

“I lay on that operating table alone, bleeding and bleeding.”

“The doctor needed a family member to sign the consent form.”

“Michael, I signed that form myself.”

“Our baby was gone, and you never even saw him one last time.”

“Do you know what that important meeting of yours really was?”

I turned to Claire.

“It was your birthday. Michael had booked a restaurant to celebrate with you.”

“He sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to you, and while you were cutting the cake, I was bleeding our baby out of my body.”

Claire swayed.

Michael could barely stay on his feet.

“No. No, that’s not true,” he muttered.

I gave a humorless laugh. “Isn’t it? I have proof.”

I snapped my fingers again.

A new image appeared on the large screen.

It was a screenshot from Claire’s Instagram.

[Thank you, babe, for celebrating my birthday with me. I’m so happy.]

The photo showed Michael holding a cake and looking at her.

The date in the corner was clear.

It was the day I miscarried.

Not a single sound remained in the ballroom.

Everyone stared at Michael and Claire on the stage.

Michael’s parents looked ghastly.

Linda’s accusing hand dropped to her side.

George pressed his lips together and said nothing.

Mr. Warren stood up and said a few quiet words to his assistant. The assistant nodded and left.

I knew then that Michael was finished.

His time at this company was over.

Claire clutched her stomach, and her pain seemed to worsen.

In the distance, sirens began to wail.

That ridiculous wedding ended with the sound of an ambulance.

When the guests were gone, only wreckage remained.

Michael went to the hospital with the ambulance.

Before he left, he looked back at me once. Then he walked away.

Michael’s parents went with him too. Before Linda left, she turned and screamed at me.

“You just cost us our grandchild. I’ll make you pay for this!”

I ignored her.

I stood alone in the empty ballroom, drained of all strength.

I did not know whether I had won.

All I knew was that something inside me felt hollow.

Mr. Warren’s assistant called and told me the aftermath had been handled.

The hotel had been compensated, and the press had been kept quiet.

He also passed along Mr. Warren’s message.

The company would make this right.

I went back to that home.

Everything inside still looked exactly as it had that morning when Michael left.

His slippers were scattered by the entryway.

The magazine he had been reading the night before was still on the couch.

The entire place smelled like him.

I opened every window.

But some things could not be cleared out just by letting in the air.

I sat on the couch all night.

The next day, Mr. Warren asked me to come to the office.

I met him in the HR department.

He looked terrible, with dark circles under his eyes.

“Lena, sit down.”

He poured me a glass of water.

“What happened yesterday was unfair to you.”

I shook my head. “Mr. Warren, you didn’t ask me here just to say that, did you?”

Mr. Warren sighed, pulled a document from his drawer, and pushed it toward me.

“This is the company’s decision.”

I picked it up and read it.

In black and white, it stated the company’s disciplinary decision regarding Michael Shaw, the marketing director.

For seriously violating company policy and damaging the company’s reputation, Michael was terminated effective immediately.

The company seal was stamped at the bottom.

“As for Claire Dawson,” Mr. Warren said, “she resigned on her own.”

“And this.”

He handed me a thick envelope.

“It’s compensation from the company, and a little something from me personally.”

I did not take it.

“Mr. Warren, I don’t want money.”

I pushed the envelope back.

“I only want him ruined, disgraced, and left with nothing.”

Mr. Warren nodded.

“I understand.”

“Lena, you’re a capable employee.”

“The HR manager position is vacant. I think you’d be a good fit.”

I had gone from HR specialist to HR manager overnight.

I knew exactly what this was.

It was hush money from Mr. Warren.

I accepted the appointment letter.

“Thank you, Mr. Warren.”

I needed this job.

The higher I stood, the better I could watch Michael fall.

After I left the company, I went straight to the hospital.

I wanted to see how that cheating pair was doing.