Chapter 4

My face was completely dark, and my voice was icy.

"Tyler, do you want to explain what's going on?"

Amber walked out of her room, her face still flushed. I almost laughed out loud.

"It’s a misunderstanding!" Amber stammered. "I wasn't used to the bed, so I texted Tyler to ask if he could help me find another blanket."

I let out a cold laugh.

"Is that so? I'm so sorry our hospitality isn't up to your standards, Amber. Maybe we should book you a five-star hotel tomorrow. You'll be much more comfortable there."

Hearing this, Tyler panicked.

"No need, babe! We’ve already sorted it out. She won't need any more help."

I didn't argue. I just waved my hand. "Fine. Everyone go back to sleep."

Back in bed, Tyler kept trying to explain himself. I patted his chest reassuringly, though I felt disgusted to my stomach.

"Don't worry, honey. I trust you."

The next morning, Tyler didn't offer me any milk. Instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist in a fawning way.

In my past life, every time he wanted me to do a favor for Amber, he would be extra affectionate in bed.

Sure enough, he began to whisper.

"Babe, Amber has had a hard life. Since she's in Seattle now, we should help her out. Can we?"

I kept my back to him, smiling coldly.

"Really? How do you want to help her?"

Seeing that I was open to it, Tyler sat up excitedly.

"She might be from a small town, but she’s really good with math. Why don't you let her manage one of your smaller subsidiary companies? It would take some pressure off you, and we’d have more time to try for a baby."

His eyes gleamed with greed. It was sickening.

I rubbed my temples and didn't give him a direct answer.

"Come on, babe. Do it for me. Once she gets on her feet, she can move out, and we can have our privacy back. Don't you want that?"

He made it sound like if I said no, I was the one ruining our marriage.

I turned around and looked into his eyes. "Our current companies don't have any suitable openings. But if she wants to prove herself..."

I got out of bed, walked over to the sofa, and poured myself a glass of red wine.

"She needs to start from the bottom, Tyler. I don't know her. You wouldn't want me to risk the business I built from scratch, would you? Or is your cousin more important than me?"

Tyler’s face tightened. He quickly forced a laugh. "Of course not, babe. You know you're my priority."

I took a sip of wine.

He looked at me anxiously. "So... what do you have in mind for her?"

I said casually, "She can start by cleaning the office bathrooms."

"No way!" Tyler blurted out.

Without warning, I threw my wine glass right at his feet.

The glass shattered. A small shard cut his leg, and a red line of blood appeared. Tyler jumped back in terror.

"Chloe! What is wrong with you?!" He looked at me, completely terrified.

At that moment, the door burst open. Devin rushed in, shouting, "What’s going on?! Are you guys fighting? Oh my god, there's blood! Is someone trying to commit murder?!"

Amber, who had been eavesdropping in the hallway, couldn't control herself when she heard Devin's screams. She rushed in.

Seeing Tyler bleeding on the floor in nothing but his boxers, she threw herself onto him, completely forgetting her role as a distant cousin.

"Tyler! Oh my god, Tyler, are you okay?!"

I watched them with a cold stare.

Amber glared up at me, her eyes red. "How could you do this to your own husband?!"

I sneered.

"Husband? Tyler, I called your hometown registry office in Oregon today. They told me you don't have any cousin named Amber Brooks."

"So, is she your mistress?"