After Slapping the Secretary Thrice, My CEO Husband Fell Silent

I met my husband, Greg Sanchez, through an arranged marriage.

He was capable at his work and considerate toward me. As arranged-marriage partners went, I was satisfied.

As long as he kept the line drawn, we would get along just fine.

But then, out of nowhere, he let his little secretary step over it.

The first time, the little secretary took my passenger seat. I slapped her across the face.

And I warned Greg.

"That's once."

At a business dinner, Greg peeled a shrimp for his little secretary. I slapped her twice.

And warned Greg, "That's twice."