I Approved My Husband’s Wedding Leave to Marry His Assistant Chapter 08

I Approved My Husband’s Wedding Leave to Marry His Assistant Chapter 08

In the private hospital suite, Claire lay in bed with an IV in her arm, her face pale.

Michael sat by the bed, peeling an apple.

Linda and George Shaw hovered around Claire, calling her their sweet daughter-in-law one moment and cooing over their precious grandbaby the next.

They looked like such a happy little family.

I walked in and broke that harmony.

Linda was the first to see me, and she went ballistic.

“What are you doing here? You’re not welcome!”

I ignored her and walked straight to the bed.

Michael stood and blocked my path.

“Lena, what else do you want?”

“Nothing much.”

I glanced at the apple in his hand. “I just came to see Mr. Shaw, the marketing director. Oh, sorry. The former marketing director.”

Michael’s expression changed.

“What do you mean?”

I slapped the termination notice against his chest.

“Read it yourself.”

Michael grabbed the paper, his hands shaking.

“No. No, this is impossible.”

“Why would Mr. Warren fire me? I’ve done more for this company than almost anyone.”

“Because people like you only create trouble for the company,” I said. “Mr. Warren is smarter than you.”

Michael swayed and leaned back against the wall.

Linda rushed over, snatched the document, and screamed after one glance.

“You ruin everything you touch! This is all your fault. You ruined my son!”

With that, she clawed at my face.

George caught her and held her back.

The man who had stayed silent all this time finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Enough. Stop making this worse.”

Then he turned to me. “Lena, we need to talk.”

We went to the café downstairs.

George ordered me a latte.

For himself, he ordered black coffee with no sugar and no cream.

“Lena, I know Michael wronged you.”

He took a sip of coffee, and the bitterness made his brows tighten.

“Our family wronged you too.”

I stirred my coffee with a small spoon but did not drink it. “It’s too late for that.”

“Tell me what you want,” George said, looking at me.

“As long as it’s within our power, we’ll agree to it.”

“I want a divorce.”

“Michael walks away with nothing.”

“The house, the car, and all our savings go to me.”

George’s brows knitted together.

“You can have the house and the car.”

“But the savings. Can you leave him half? He lost his job. He still needs a way to survive.”

“A way to survive?” I let out a humorless laugh. “Did he leave me any way to survive when he caused me to lose my baby?”

“Did he think about leaving me a way to survive when he used our money to support his mistress?”

George fell silent.

“Lena, the child in Claire’s belly is a Shaw.”

“We can’t abandon that baby.”

“So what? You want me to disappear and make room for their happy little family of three?”

“Michael is the one who owes me, not the entire Shaw family.”

“If you feel so sorry for your grandchild, give Michael your own house, your own car, and your own savings.”

I looked at him. “I won’t give up a single cent.”

George stared at me for a long time. In the end, all the fight seemed to drain out of him.

“Fine.” He nodded. “I agree.”

“Meet me at the county courthouse tomorrow morning at nine.”

I stood up and left.

“Lena,” George called behind me.

“Do you hate Michael?”

I stopped but did not turn around.

“No.”

“I just think he isn’t worth it.”

He had once been my everything.

Now, he was nothing but trash I needed to clear out.

After we settled the terms, I thought this would all be over quickly.

But I had still underestimated Michael’s shamelessness and Linda’s complete lack of reason.

The next day, I waited outside the county courthouse all morning.

Michael never showed up.

His phone was turned off.

I could not reach George either.

I rushed to the hospital, but the room was empty.

A nurse told me they had checked out early that morning.

Then I went to the Shaw family’s old house.

The front gate was locked.

Just like that, the entire family had disappeared.

I understood then.

They wanted to stall.

They wanted to drag it out until I lost patience, until Claire gave birth.

By then, what could I do as the woman they had already pushed out?

I sat in my car, looked at that iron gate, and laughed instead.

Michael, did you really think hiding would solve this?

How naive.