My Husband Backed His Assistant-Until He Learned She Had Killed His Mother Chapter 08

My Husband Backed His Assistant-Until He Learned She Had Killed His Mother Chapter 08

I quietly looked at Ethan’s furious face, and suddenly I remembered when we first met.

We were still in college back then.

Ethan wasn’t yet the Mr. Walker everyone was desperate to please.

His father had left the family when he was young.

Margaret worked several jobs at once to raise him and Emily on her own.

Ethan was poor. I still remembered him standing in front of me in a faded shirt, clutching the study

materials I’d bought for him.

“Olivia, I can’t keep spending your money.”

I shoved what little money I had left for the month into his hand.

“Don’t be stupid. What am I supposed to do, watch my boyfriend starve until he ends up in the ER?”

His face flushed. When he answered, he sounded so serious that I knew he wasn’t joking.

“Thank you. One day, I’ll give you a good life. I’ll buy you a huge house. I’ll make so much money that you’ll never have to worry about another bill again.”

Later, Ethan started his own business.

During the day, he went from company to company trying to find clients.

At night, he stayed up until dawn in our rented studio apartment, working on budgets and writing

business plans.

I stayed by his side, paid the rent with my salary, and made him chicken soup and oatmeal.

During the hardest times, the two of us shared a box of the cheapest macaroni we could find.

He always told me to eat first.

So I would take a few bites, pretend I wasn’t hungry, and leave the rest for him.

Later, my mother poured all of her retirement savings into Ethan’s company.

His business finally made it through its most precarious period.

That night, Ethan got a little drunk. Inside that cramped studio apartment, he picked me up and

spun me around several times. Under the dim light, he leaned close to my ear.

“Olivia, marry me. I promise I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life. I’ll take care of your family

too.”

I said yes.

Our wedding was simple.

There was no lavish reception, no honeymoon, and no professional photographer.

We registered our marriage at city hall, had a priest witness our vows at church, and then both families ate together at a small restaurant.

That day, Ethan wore a rented suit.

His palms were so sweaty from nerves that his hand kept shaking as he slipped the tiny ring onto

my finger.

I still remembered the way he looked at me in front of both our families.

“Olivia Carter. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, I will trust you and protect you. I will

never let anyone hurt you.”

Back then, I believed every word.

But the man standing in front of me now was no longer the man I had married.

When had he changed?

Was it when his company grew bigger and he started coming home later and later?

Or was it when Vanessa went from being just another employee to the platinum blonde assistant in

high heels and skintight dresses who was always at his side?

I couldn’t remember anymore.

All I remembered was that the man who once smiled every time he saw me gradually became more and more impatient.

Whenever I asked if he’d eaten, he would frown.

“Why do you keep asking me about stupid little things like that?”

Whenever I asked what time he would be home, he would say, “Can you give me some space?”

And the most ironic part was how coldly he would remind me, “Do you think you’d be living in a

house like this without me?”

This was the same man whose rent I had once paid with my salary, the same man who had built his business with my mother’s retirement savings, and the same man who had promised to take care of

me for the rest of my life.

The moment he became Mr. Walker, he forgot everything that came before.

He forgot that he had begged me over and over to quit my job because he said the family needed me.

Then later, he looked down on me for being nothing more than a housewife with no career of my

own.

He forgot that he had once said he owed everything to my mother and me.

Then later, he called my mother greedy, uncivilized, and deserving of punishment.

He even forgot that he had promised to stand by me no matter what happened.

Now, all Vanessa had to do was shed a few tears, and he would immediately decide that every problem was my fault.

Иooked at the man humiliating me for another woman.

He was no longer the young man I remembered.

The most bitterly ironic part wasn’t that he had forgotten those promises. It was that he remembered them and chose to break every single one anyway.