His Secretary Satisfies Him,But I'm the Billionaire's Daughter

I was rushing to sign a contract when my husband's secretary called, demanding I pick up a coffee and bring it back to the office for her.

I told her I had something urgent to take care of and turned her down.

What I didn't expect was that when I returned to the office with the signed contract in hand, my husband would grab a cup of coffee and throw it in my face in front of everyone.

"Lily Henson, you nearly killed Ursula!"

"Her blood sugar crashed this morning and she begged you to bring her a coffee to help. You left her to suffer."

The coffee soaked through the contract I'd worked so hard to secure. Ursula Simmons's low blood sugar wasn't going to kill her. But if I hadn't signed that contract and collected the company bonus, my mother would die.

I lifted my head and looked at my husband. Before I could get a single word of explanation out, Nolan Gilbert tore the contract apart in a fit of rage.

"Deal's off. No bonus for you. Let this be a lesson."

I watched the contract I'd nearly killed myself to land turn into confetti. Something inside me went cold and still.

"Nolan, let's get a divorce."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Nolan's face went rigid with shock, then darkened as a wave of fury swept over him.

He crumpled the remaining pages into a ball and hurled it at my face. "Give you an inch and you take a mile."

"Aren't you the one who was wrong here?"

My own anger surged, and my voice came out harder than before.

"Wrong? How exactly was I wrong?"

"Do you have any idea what it took to close this deal? I spent days and nights grinding through it, fueled by cup after cup of coffee at two in the morning, fixing every last detail. I poured everything into this company. I lined up the partner, arranged the signing, all to boost your bottom line."

"And what did you do? You destroyed all of it over your little secretary's harmless blood sugar dip. You took my bonus away. My mother is lying in a hospital bed right now, waiting for that money to cover her medical bills."

Ever since I married Nolan, his mother had insisted we split everything fifty-fifty.

Because I came from nothing, while Nolan came from money.

His mother was convinced I was using her son to climb the social ladder, so she'd pushed for the arrangement as a safeguard.

After my mother got sick, I never touched a cent of Nolan's money for her treatment.

So I worked twice as hard. Threw myself at every contract I could get.

And the one I'd nearly broken myself to bring home, Nolan had destroyed without a second thought.

As my words rang through the office, every colleague turned to stare. Whispers rippled across the floor.

"What? Lily's been working herself to the bone just to pay for her mother's treatment?"

"If that's true, then what Mr. Gilbert did is way out of line. She's still his wife. That's his mother-in-law lying in that hospital bed."

"You don't know the half of it. He dotes on that little secretary of his. The two of them even share that couch in his office to nap on sometimes."

"Shh, keep your voice down."

The more Nolan heard, the darker his expression grew. His handsome face twisted into something cold and ugly.

He was certain I'd orchestrated the whole thing, that I'd said all of it on purpose to turn the office against Ursula Simmons.

Because the moment the whispers died down, Ursula was already bowing to me, her voice trembling with guilt and shame.

Those pitiful, wounded eyes made it look like I was some kind of monster.

"I'm so sorry, Lily. I didn't mean to have a blood sugar crash right then. If I'd known you had something important to do, I never would have asked you to get me that coffee."

The second the words left her mouth, she turned and ran, tears streaming down her face. She didn't watch where she was going and tumbled down the stairs.

Nolan let out a sharp cry. Then his hand cracked across my face.

"Lily, I never expected you to be this conniving. Your mother has a common illnessit's nowhere near as serious as you're making it out to be."

"You're playing the victim on purpose, trying to stir up trouble so everyone turns on Ursula."

"Since you love playing the victim so much, I'll give you what you're asking for. Effective immediately, you're demoted."

The moment Nolan finished shouting at me, he turned and left without hesitation.

He walked fast, as if every second away from Ursula might put her in danger.

I lifted my hand and touched the spot where he'd struck me. A thin line of blood had risen on my skin, scratched open by the pointed nail tips Ursula had put on his fingers. A decorative gift from her, now etched into my face.

It turned out everything they said on TV was true. Even the deepest love couldn't survive the slow erosion of time. Two people who once adored each other could become strangers who couldn't stand the sight of one another.

The whispers around the office were relentless.

"Lily's got it rough. She came from nothing and married into the Gilbert family. Even if she never intended to climb the social ladder, the world slapped that label on her anyway."

"What Mr. Gilbert did is honestly chilling. A hardworking employee loses to some manipulative woman who knows how to bat her eyelashes."

"Right? All over a cup of coffee. He shredded the contract she worked so hard to land, and then demoted her on top of it."

"If it were me, I'd divorce him too."

Hearing the gossip, I realized my heart no longer twisted the way it used to. No more restless ache, no more sting.

Because I was done with Nolan Gilbert. The divorce I'd brought up wasn't a bluff.

Surrounded by the murmurs, I left without a word.

Rachel Fox, my closest friend at the company, stepped forward and draped an arm around my shoulders. "Lily, are you okay?"

"Let's just leave together. We don't have to put up with this garbage."

I managed a bitter smile. "Leave? Don't be ridiculous."

"You've got your parents to take care of and kids to feed. Jobs aren't easy to come by right now. Stay here, keep your head down, and earn your paycheck."

I went back to my office. The second the door clicked shut, my eyes burned red.

I'd only been promoted a few days ago. The chair hadn't even warmed before they were shoving me out the door.

My mother was lying in a hospital bed, and she needed money for treatment. The thought had barely formed when my phone buzzed in my pocket. The screen showed an incoming call from my mother's attending physician.

"Ms. Henson, you need to come to the hospital right away."

"Your mother is insisting on being discharged. She says she doesn't want to be a burden to you anymore."

I didn't even stop to gather my things. I just ran.

When I reached the hospital and pushed open the door to her room, I found her eyes swollen and raw from crying.

The moment she saw me, she quickly wiped away the tear tracks with the back of her hand and forced a smile onto her face.

"Lily, sweetheart. You're here."

"I'm feeling so much better now. I can go home."

"Mom, stop. Please don't lie to me. Your condition is getting worse. You can't leave the hospital"

"Lily, we have to face reality. Nobody knows my body better than I do."

"Help me with the discharge paperwork. I want to go home and cook you a proper meal."

"You silly girl. It's your birthday today!"

She reached up and cupped my face in her hands, her fingers tracing the dark circles and the hollowed-out exhaustion written across my skin.

Her eyes went red again.

In the end, I couldn't argue with her. I signed the papers and brought her home.

On the way, we stopped at the market and loaded up on groceries. Half were dishes I loved. The other half were Nolan's favorites.

While we bustled around the kitchen, my mother kept trying to call Nolan.

Today she'd been discharged. Today was my birthday.

She wanted the three of us to sit down together, like a real family, and share a meal.

But Nolan's phone never went through.

On the ninety-ninth call, someone finally picked up.

It was Ursula.

"Oh, Lily! Looking for Nolan? He's asleep on my shoulder right now. He's so exhausted, I really don't want to wake him."

My heart clenched. I glanced instinctively at my mother.

The phone was on speaker. She could hear everything.

But she didn't seem to be listening. She just kept smiling, stirring something on the stove.

I scrambled to turn off the speaker and told Ursula, "Then please pass along a message for me. When he wakes up, ask him to come home. My mother was discharged from the hospital today, and it's also my birthday. I'm hoping we can all have dinner together."

"Of course, Lily. I will absolutely make sure he gets the message."

She put special emphasis on absolutely, her voice practically sparkling with delight.

I didn't bother asking why she and Nolan had been sleeping together. All I wanted was for him to come home, to sit with my mother, to make her smile.

But after the food was ready, Nolan still hadn't come.

My mother and I sat at the table and waited. One hour passed. Then another.

When the dishes went cold, she carried them back to the kitchen to reheat.

We waited deep into the night. No silhouette appeared in the doorway. His phone went straight to voicemail. Every message went unanswered.

"Mom, let's just eat."

"We don't need to wait anymore."

This time, she didn't refuse.

"All right. Let's eat."

She kept that gentle smile on her face, piling food onto my plate the way she always did. But something twisted in my chest, a feeling I couldn't name. My left eyelid wouldn't stop twitching.

Later that night, my mother pushed open my bedroom door. She was coughing as she tucked the blanket around me. "This child. Kicking off her covers in her sleep. How am I supposed to stop worrying about you?"

I wasn't asleep. I hadn't slept at all.

She stood there watching me for a full hour before she finally went back to her room.

The next morning, my motherwho always rose before dawn to cook breakfastdidn't get up.

My heart slammed against my ribs. It felt like something vital had already been ripped away.

I walked into her room. She was still lying in bed.

Something was wrong. I reached for her hand.

Her fingers were ice. The cold stabbed through my palm like a blade, and my legs buckled beneath me.

"Mom. Wake up."

Her eyes were shut. They weren't going to open again. Panic tore through me and I pulled her upright, ready to rush her to the hospital, when I saw the letter she'd left on the nightstand.

Lily, by the time you read this, I'll already be gone.

I know everything about you and Nolan. All of it.

My darling girl, if this life has become too heavy to bear, then let him go. Go find your father.

I hope you can forgive me. I've already told your father to come take you home.

Tears blurred the words until I couldn't read them anymore. The paper darkened where they fell.

Then I heard noise at the front door.

"Lily! It's past ten and you haven't even made breakfast?"

"Nolan, are you hungry? I can go in and make something for you."

"See, you actually care about me. Unlike a certain heartless somebody."

I set the letter down. I wiped the tears from my face. Then I walked out of the room, every trace of warmth gone.

The first thing I saw was Nolan and Ursula, lips inches apart, about to kiss.

"If you two want to shove your tongues down each other's throats, take it outside. Don't defile my home."

I didn't want my mother's spirit to witness this. I refused to let it taint whatever came next for her.

"What the hell is wrong with you this early in the morning?"

Nolan spun around, seething, and grabbed the nearest thing he could find to hurl at me.

I sidestepped it.

"Ursula had something in her eye. I was blowing it out for her." He didn't even blink. "Meanwhile, you're completely useless. All you know how to do is throw jealous fits. Ursula and I both have low blood sugar. If we don't eat soon, we'll pass out, and then"

"You're the ones who want to eat. Don't you have hands and feet of your own?"

I wasn't going to indulge Nolan anymore. My tone was ice-cold.

If he had even a shred of conscience, he would have come home yesterday to have dinner with us.

There was no point in telling him about my mother's death now.

I went back inside and gently wiped my mother's face, making sure she looked dignified for her final journey.

But when I stepped out again, I saw something in the soup tureen on the dining tablea turtle. A medium-sized turtle.

It was the birthday gift my mother had given me when I was a little girl. I'd raised it ever since.

I lost it. I charged over and screamed at Ursula.

"What the hell did you put in that soup?"

Faced with my fury, Ursula smiled with wide, innocent eyes. "Oh! It's a soft-shell turtle!"

"Nolan said he wanted soup, and I saw one in the tank on the balcony, so I just grabbed it and stewed it..."

Rage consumed me. I lost all reason.

I slapped Ursula across the face, then kicked the dining table over.

Nolan yelped as the table crashed, and without a second thought, he hurled the bowl of hot soup in his hand straight at my back.

The scalding liquid seared through my clothes and into my skin. I clenched my jaw, brows twisting tight.

"You psycho! You're nothing but a violent maniac!" he shouted.

"Always hitting people the second something doesn't go your way!"

"Nolan, are you goddamn blind? Does that look like a soft-shell turtle to you?"

"That was my pet. My companion through fifteen years of loneliness, when I had no one else."

Nolan froze. It clearly hadn't occurred to him that what Ursula had stewed was my turtle.

"Is she really that stupid? She can't tell the difference between a turtle and a soft-shell?"

His tone softened. "Alright, alright. It's just a turtle that died."

"Go buy another one. Problem solved."

But it wasn't the same. It could never be the same. That turtle was the last living connection I had to my mother.

"Nolan, it's bad enough that you betrayed me. Now you let her kill my pet?"

"Get out. Both of you. Get the hell out of my house."

"I'm having a lawyer draft the divorce papers."

Nolan could see I was genuinely heartbroken. He hadn't wanted to leave, but the hatred blazing in my eyes made him afraid I'd do something to Ursula. So he grabbed her and headed for the door.

Before he left, he turned back. "My mother's birthday is the day after tomorrow. You will be at the Gilbert estate on time. Dress presentably. Don't embarrass me."

"And as for the divorceit's not happening."

After they were gone, I grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed every corner of the apartment, desperate to erase any trace of their presence.

Nolan's mother had always looked down on me. At every birthday celebration, she went out of her way to humiliate me.

She never greeted me. She seated me in a corner. Every word out of her mouth was a veiled insult wrapped in a polite smile.

It didn't matter that I'd poured my heart and soul into the Gilbert family business. I never earned so much as a nod of approval from her.

In her eyes, a nobody like me had no business marrying into the Gilbert family. I was beneath her son. I dragged down his status.

She'd even declared that if we ever had children, she would raise them herself. They wouldn't be allowed anywhere near me.

Two days later, I returned from the crematorium carrying my mother's ashes.

I had just changed into mourning clothes, preparing to observe a vigil for her, when a group of people burst through the door and seized me.

They gave me no chance to struggle. They pinned my arms and dragged me out.

It wasn't until we arrived that I understood where they were taking methe Gilbert estate.

Dressed head to toe in mourning white, hauled into a birthday celebration.

Anyone with half a brain would assume I'd done it on purposeshown up in funeral clothes to curse my mother-in-law.

Sure enough, every head in the room turned. I became the spectacle of the evening.

The moment Nolan and Zara Delgado spotted me, their faces darkened.

Nolan stormed over, seething with rage, and slapped me across the face.

"You just have to humiliate our family, don't you?"

The Gilbert relatives grabbed their wine glasses and hurled them at me, shouting for me to get lost.

"You're a curse on this family, and you're not even dead yet!"

"Someone break her legs."

"Rip those mourning rags off her."

Nolan didn't spare me another glance. He stood by as the security guards surrounded me, raining down kicks and punches.

That was when Ursula arrived with a man in an expensive suit, stepping in to stop the beating.

"Don't hit her. She's still technically a Gilbert wife."

The moment the words left her mouth, everyone burst out laughing.

Nolan's expression only softened when he saw Ursula.

"Mom," he said, turning to Zara with unmistakable pride, "her name is Ursula Simmons. She may be my assistant, but she's the princess of Simmons Corp."

Zara understood instantly. She smiled and greeted Ursula and Patrick Simmons, then wasted no time pushing Nolan toward Ursula's side.

"Nolan, a woman like Ursula is the one who truly deserves you. I'll have you divorced from that worthless girl as soon as possible."

Nolan shot her a look. "Mom, what are you saying?"

Patrick was a shrewd man and an even better actor.

"Mrs. Delgado, please don't say such things. Your son's wife is still right here!" He pointed at me, then walked over, his face a mask of concern. "Sweetheart, get up. You must have had your reasons for acting the way you did, right?"

He extended his hand as if to help me, but instead his fingers clamped down on my wrist. Before I could react, he let out a shriek.

"What theyou freak!"

He shoved me hard to the ground. "This woman, sheshe groped me!"

Zara erupted in fury. "Son! Do you see now? She's nothing but trash, through and through."

"This time, nobody stops me. I'm not just breaking her legs. I'm crushing her hands too."

Voices rose in agreement from every corner of the room.

I scrambled to my feet, trying to explain, but no one listened.

Nolan stared at me with disgust. "You're revolting."

Zara barked her orders. "What are you all standing around for? Destroy her. Now."

The words had barely left her mouth before I was surrounded again.

But thendozens of luxury cars came roaring in, tires screaming against pavement, plowing straight through the venue entrance.

The door of a stretched Rolls-Royce swung open. A man stepped out, radiating wealth and authority, his expression as cold as carved stone.

"You want to destroy Tristan Henson's daughter?" His voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "You're not nearly important enough."